Thier Once Was A Little Boy
By Night lord
Thier once was a little boy who liked to run and playHe liked it everydayHe liked to go round and round and up and downWhen his mother called him in he always frownedHe liked to wade into the samll streamand he liked to slide down the tall beamHe like to chase rabbitsUntil he picked up a bad habitHe really liked to smile The boy was your friend all the whileHe liked to watch the sun go downAt Halloween he loved to be a clownThe little boy loved the soft snowHe also loved to ride a sliegh don't you knowhe loved new green grass in springalways wodering what tommorow would bringNow the little boy is grownand likes what others have shownTruly still he likes to playuntil his girlfriend calls to him at the end of the dayBut thier was oonce a little boy Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 03:25 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 18 • 0 • 13
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"Thier once was a little boy who liked to run and playHe liked it everydayHe liked to go round and round and up and downWhen his mother called him in he always frownedHe liked to wade into the samll streamand he liked to slide down the tall beamHe like to chase rabbitsUntil he picked up a bad habitHe really liked to smile The boy was your friend all the whileHe liked to watch the sun go downAt Halloween he loved to be a clownThe little boy loved the soft snowHe also loved to ride a sliegh don't you knowhe loved new green grass in springalways wodering what tommorow would bringNow the little boy is grownand likes what others have shownTruly still he likes to playuntil his girlfriend calls to him at the end of the dayBut thier was oonce a little boy..."