To be a Boy
Oh to say I am not a terr
Is to say I am not a sir
A gent from man
I does incur
The slightest injure not here
Nor there
It does not matter
I see not when
You have to do the end
Of when
I cannot be this is not sure
The end of time
I will endure
You cannot say I will
Implore
Do not ask for I will
Ask not
Of you, to write my name
On the useful things
Called God alone
Of these we sing.
Make not what you can instore
The reason thing and try not sure
For they not be the hand in so
We do not ask the find is sure
I ask it not I can be cured
If only you would listen dure
I want to say
You do not know
Cos in death I find it
Sure.
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