Spring into step and look smart!
Said the mother to the son
Oh bother, said the son, ‘smart, fart’
Why should I spring? When I’d rather dance
Out here on the streets, it might be my last chance
To pirouette with aplomb…
BANG! A BOMB.
Don’t blame me I am only a boy
Who loves nothing better than to dance with joy
How was I to know your mission?
Look! Now my shirt is crimson
Like the rambutangs that the vendors sell.
OH God, another day in hell.