there's a boy of ten
his friends were gone because
he moved to a new places
father comfort him
now now, you will find new friends
mother encourage him
isn't it a beautiful quaint place
boy of ten went to new school
there's no friends, everyone a strange
boy came back from school
new place isn't quaint,
he lost his way to his house
he's out, until he was found
oh, poor little boy, strange faces will
fade, father said.
oh, new road will be old again if
travel more, mother said.
boy of ten could only comfort himself with
an old worn basketball
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