A short time ago and a short time away
Lived a short little boy who did not want to play
With the other silly little girls and boys
He had no need for friends, he had no need for toys
For even though his family lived by "seize the day!"
Nothing could move the boy to go out and play
One day, he sat in shadows surrounded by gloom
Hardly ever sunlight in this little boy's room
When a noise of the sort zipped straight through his ears
A sound never heard in his short little years
The boy stood up and thought, "A sound?
How can there be sound when there's no one around?
It can't be mother or father, it's noon!
It must be a creature, a dog or raccoon
Or even the madman, Dr. Grezinglgazoon
The chance of a spy or some idiot goon.
Whatever this is, animal or buffoon
I must get it out of my house very soon!"
Without a minute or second to lose
The boy zipped down the stairs in his fast little shoes
Peeked through the kitchen door and frowned
The source of the sound nowhere to be found
So he zipped through it all, living, bath, and TV rooms
Nothing of interest to create snaps or booms
He even checked the basement in the ground
But just puzzled even more; no such noise around
So the boy became tired and walked back to his room
Feeling twice as much helpless with twice as much gloom
Until he heard something of such tiny mass
A soft little tap on his small window glass
Followed by another, and another, and so many more
The boy almost made a dash for the door!
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, I AM ONLY A BOY
I DON'T HAVE MONEY OR EVEN A TOY
OR FRIENDS TO RELY ON, OH HOW I CAN ONLY PRAY
TO LIVE ON TOMORROW, FOR JUST ONE MORE DAY
I WILL HAVE FUN IN THE SUN, HEAR WHAT I SAY
CEASE YOUR TAPPING AND PLEASE GO AWAY!"
Before the boy could break down and cry
Something on the window caught his small little eye
Along with the noise that stopped to say "Hi!"
Stood hand in hand with what fell from the sky
Raindrops, so small and so blue
Tapped on the window, a hundred or two
Followed by thunder of enormous height
A sound that shook the sky with it's might
And oh how one can remember the face of one boy
One that had no friends, not one little toy
Who lived in a gray little house with a gloomy style
The boy stared at the window and started to smile
No such creature, no such raccoon
No such monstrous goon or buffoon!
Only a storm, a storm from the sky
The boy laughed so hard, he started to cry
The howls were so cheerful, they echoed down the hall
Almost like magic, it started to fall
All the dumb glum that just made it all sad
It started to glow, it looked almost glad!
I bet you are wondering what happened to the boy with no friend
Well, I'm glad to say he made one the next day in the end
For they went to the toy shop down in the mall
Because the thought of a toy wasn't so bad after all
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