Once there was a funny boy, who can't belong,
For he's so different that he seems so wrong,
He just can sing, he just can't talk,
And cannot run and cannot walk,
So he just watches the children play,
And observe the hours as it eats the day,
But in the night he then dreams,
Of different places and different scenes.
Sometimes he's on a mountain view,
Or in a flat terrain where the wind just blew,
Sometimes he's on a garden of daffodils,
Or sliding on a chocolate hill.
But in the morning when he wakes up,
He's in his room again and he feels so trapped,
Yet, his hardworking family is doing the entire grind,
So that he'll no longer be left behind.
