A story Told

A Story Told

Gather round kids
For  my new puppet show
The tale that I’ll tell
Is quite well known

Our story begins
With a boy in the streets
Playing at war
Shooting people he meets

The boy, he goes home
At the end of the day
His family’s not rich
But they pay their way

The house is but small
Of wood and brick
And the family car
Sometimes needs a kick

But the boy grows up
As his parents grow old
Soon they’re the ones
For whom the bell tolls

So now the boy
Has become a man
He’s on his own
And he needs a plan

There is no work here
For the boy so poor
So now our boy
Goes off to war

The army treats
Its men quite well
Three good square meals
And a trip straight to Hell

In a far off land
A shot in the head
Lays our boy low
And now he is dead

So gather round kids
For the tale that I tell
From lead in the head
You cannot get well

Our hero has passed
The story’s now told
Go live in peace
And you might just grow old