There was once a boy who walked London streets
His feet hit the pavement with his face full of glee
He would walk to the bakery to buy at least something
But the baker, with a frown, said there was nothing
But the boy, full of glee, thanked the man
went outside even though his little legs could barely stand
He walked to an alley near the shady of London
And went to the corner where he usually slumbered
He was used to this life of scraps and bones
Did he ever eat a full meal? Not at all
But his face was seen as happier than most
Everyone wondered what the boy must be on
The boys' parents died when he was only a kid
He often wondered what he did to deserve it
People always said he had his mother's smile
So he never frowned, so he could keep her around
You would think the boy would sit on the street dejected
But any sadness from the boy seemed to be undetected
For he would greet the ladies and the dogs happily
Glee running from his face was never happening
It is a shame that the boy never became a man
He was so happy no one noticed his shaky hands
They found him in the corner where he usually slumbered
They say he died with a smile, so he would never disobey his mother
Of course, everyone mourned for a day or so
But later came along a new sob story to be told
So forever forgotten the boy full of glee
The Scrawny boy no one could see
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
There was once a boy who walked London streets
His feet hit the pavement with his face full of glee
He would walk to the bakery to buy at least something
But the baker, with a frown, said there was nothing
But the boy, full of glee, thanked the man
went outside even though his little legs could barely stand
He walked to an alley near the shady of London
And went to the corner where he usually slumbered
He was used to this life of scraps and bones
Did he ever eat a full meal? Not at all
But his face was seen as happier than most
Everyone wondered what the boy must be on
The boys' parents died when he was only a kid
He often wondered what he did to deserve it
People always said he had his mother's smile
So he never frowned, so he could keep her around
You would think the boy would sit on the street dejected
But any sadness from the boy seemed to be undetected
For he would greet the ladies and the dogs happily
Glee running from his face was never happening
It is a shame that the boy never became a man
He was so happy no one noticed his shaky hands
They found him in the corner where he usually slumbered
They say he died with a smile, so he would never disobey his mother
Of course, everyone mourned for a day or so
But later came along a new sob story to be told
So forever forgotten the boy full of glee
The Scrawny boy no one could see