2There was once a little boy
And he loved to talk and listen
In class he wrote a limerick
Because his teacher told him to
He couldn't sleep in excitement
And told his parents so
They read him a story
It ended happily
The bad man became good
The good man stayed good
Next day his teacher praised him
And gave him five stars on his wrist
Days turned into weeks, the boy grew.
There was once a lad
And he loved to read and write
In class he wrote a free verse
Because that was what he decided to do
He wouldn't sleep because he was reading
And his parents knew
He read himself a story
It ended happily
The villain died
The hero prevailed
Next day his teacher read his work
And gave him a high score
Weeks turned into months, the lad grew.
There was once a young man
And he had to read and write
In class he wrote a sonnet
Because that was what he had to do
He shouldn't sleep because he had home works
And his parents were far away
He grabbed a book and read a story
It ended happily
The villain died, the hero died
But the people were saved
Next day his professor scanned his work
And told him to do better
Months turned into years, the young man grew.
There was once a writer
His job was to type and write
In his room he wrote an elegy
Because no one would
Not for him
His parents were already sleeping
Where, he didn't really know
The last story he wrote did not end happily
Because that's the way things should be
The villain stayed bad
The hero... we'll never know
No one was there to praise him
So he carved five stars on his wrist
That night the boy,
The lad,
The young man,
And the writer stopped growing.