I just got born, almost torn.
To say the least,
I was not adorned.
They used to leave me
in the Hall or when I fall.
In between, they took this thing
putting it, buckling, snapping,
hurting me.
It kept there company clean.
But, buckling, they laid me in
so my feet would not do those things.
I just used to scream and scream.
Sensation!!! Frustration!!! Hitting!!!
I was not a bird,
not a duck,
not a dog who roughed it up.
Just a beast, who was teased.
I was the spawn of Satan see.
I often yawned,
when they came at me.
I used to tear, lie in fear,
I did not run away.
The buckles hurt, I often jerked
but where did they put my tears?
I cry somewhere,
often stare,
and say.......the rain comes for me.
Sing a little song,
not very long,
Tulips, tulips, we all fall down.
All in monotone rehearse.
All in monotone rehearse.