A Lonely Little Boy

A Lonely Little Boy
By
Bill S Graham

There was once a little boy,

Who was fed up with his toy,

So he crept out of his house late at night,

When not in his room, his mum and dad, they got a fright,

When he was caught, the reason he gave for his sneaky way,

To play with the little people, was all he would say.

There is no such little people, so you must be telling a lie.

The little boy grinned and said with a sigh.

β€œPerhaps, even maybe, but would I tell a lie?

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