They had all of us little Boomers shoved in portable buildings
Long metal boxes
When we filled the schools.
And we played and made noise and had fun.
But one day our teacher had us line up
In straight and neat little rows
And she told us President Kennedy
Wanted us to be be physically fit.
So we started doing jumping jacks.
And I remember thinking
"Hey, I thought President Kennedy was supposed to be a good guy.
What's up with this crap?"
