There was a little boy
Who used to sing himself songs
When he grew up, he said
I will prove all of them wrong.
The ones who thought
What is good for me to do
The ones who didnt care for me
Whether I felt blue.
You may think I am playing in the sand
What you have yet to see, I am moulding my plan
Someday I will be tall and strong
Then I will prove you grown ups wrong.
So they left the little boy playing
What an amusing sight they said
Too late they realized
What little boy planned ahead