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


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




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