In first grade, there was a dirt hill right outside our classroom building We spent entire recesses creating, digging, drilling We wanted to construct a home that we could stay inside I made piles of gravel for imaginary lights As we tried to tunnel through it, we knew it could take years But it was job security for our playtime careers Though we had to get permission and teacher supervision They let us run amuck until they finally brought the truck They tore it down, tore it down, goodbye to the mud mound We were not glad to watch it go, it felt like a blow They tore it down, tore it down, goodbye to the mud mound We were not glad to watch it go, one day here, next day no We were devastated, because we never had anticipated It would be temporary, their hauling was unnecessary! Our lives were ruined, robbed of pride They let us build a hovel then they came with the shovel They tore it down, tore it down, goodbye to the mud mound We were not glad to watch it go, it felt like a blow They tore it down, tore it down, goodbye to the mud mound We were not glad to watch it go, one day here, next day no We threw away all our sticks and tools We tried to have a funeral, but even that got overruled We threw away all our sticks and tools We bade farewell to the summit at the school They tore it down, tore it down, goodbye to the mud mound We were not glad to watch it go, it felt like a blow They tore it down, tore it down, goodbye to the mud mound We were not glad to watch it go, one day here, next day no