a kind boy without a father
the year was eight and single naught
sweet as baby kittens
so quickly being taught
six years of solid schooling
by more than one classroom full of bullies
bruises up and down his pride
and now he understands _so fully
spring was such a lonely day
when he’ld finally had enough
embrace the pain-theres’ the gain
that lets a young man find his tough
i don’t think i need to drag it out
‘cause we all know just what happened
a crazy “We Can’t Stop Him Now!”
and his nervous little brothers’ clappin’
twenty seven years have passed away
with _lots of cuts in blood and beer
and now the boy who loved new kittens
cant’ even shed a single tear