The little boy has fallen down,
The little boy is mad,
The little boy wanted to win the crown,
The little boy ends up being sad.
In his moments of boredom,
The little boy plays with his teddy bear,
Waiting for his parents to come,
As he misses their love and care.
The little boy likes to kick a ball,
Without targeting a goal nor a pass,
Any music buzzing from the phone call,
He will be eager to start a dance.
Toilets are inside in their mansion,
But he poops on his pants,
I heard now they use him in ads of lotion,
Which is something he dearly wants.
The little boy begins to go to school,
With a stylish pinky bag behind his back,
Jumping the all road like a fool,
While his test scores returns with an “F” mark.
The little boy takes naps in the class,
But stays alert during lunch time,
To enjoy the milkshake in the glass,
And a delicious chicken soup mixed with lime.
School’s sport committee today declared it,
“WINNERS WILL BE REWARDED A CROWN”,
The little boy ached for fame from it,
Hoping to break through the first one.
The little boy has fallen down,
The little boy is mad,
The little boy wanted to win the crown,
The little boy ends up being sad.
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