The Man Who Helped the Little Boy
And so the dawn came like any other day
The man continued his journey to the capital
It was the third day
On the way, in the middle of the bazaar
The man happened upon a little boy staring at a large instrument
His hands were up upon the glass
And his face was pressed on the clear wall with want
The little boy was hoping for a guitar
The store owner rushed out of the room
"You rotten rascal!
Run away from here!
Go race a cheetah and stay away from my shop!
I'll get a restraining order!"
The little boy backed away crying
And the man saw the store owner sighing
The man thought that maybe it was worth trying
To fix their relationship.
And the next day, the man stood around the store
Waiting for the little boy to appear
And wondering all the time if the little boy was near
Diligently the man waited
Hour after hour
Until finally the store owner rushed out of the room again
And realized the little boy was resting his head on the glass
"Run away, run away little boy! Before I reach for the phone
Retreat right this moment I'll really ring up 9-1-1!"
And fast the little boy left
The man was unhappy
He never got a chance to talk to the little boy
The little boy who stared at the guitar in the bazaar
But even then, the next day, the little boy showed up once more
To desire a very specific thing that belonged in the store
Some minutes passed and then the store owner came out
"You rat! You runt! You're a really ratchet boy, you
I'll pummel you with a tennis racket if I have to!
I'll rip you to shreds or run over your wrong existence!
I'll even throw rocks–"
The man stayed put on a bench no longer
The man was sick of this madness
Somewhere in the distance a loud gong was rung by a gonger
The man asked the store owner if he would let the man make a purchase
The store owner calmed quite a lot down and reentered his store
The man noticed the store was kept well and clean
It was also cool and with cruel priced instruments
But the man looked past the total amount of tulip money he had
And he didn't look back at the rest of the little money he had
And the man bought the guitar that the little boy
Had vey much enjoyed to look at
And grasped the thing in a case that was comfortable in his hand
And outside the store
The little boy had looked on
Through the glass window not the door
And the little boy watched as the man took the guitar
Because the little boy couldn't have gotten it, he was quite poor
And the little boy teared
While the shop owner peered
But to stop the little boy's sniffles
The man who bought the guitar stooped down low
And pushed the guitar case to the ground
The man explained to the boy that he must not be irritating
And then the the little boy could have the guitar
So the boy took the guitar with a puffy eyed smile
As the shop keeper looked on with an open mouthed unsmile
And the little boy ran away with the expensive guitar
Never to be seen again
And the little boy never considered the man a friend
But that day came to an end
And from this little event on the way to the capital
The man had traveled a ways down the bend.
The man continued his journey to the capital
It was the third day
On the way, in the middle of the bazaar
The man happened upon a little boy staring at a large instrument
His hands were up upon the glass
And his face was pressed on the clear wall with want
The little boy was hoping for a guitar
The store owner rushed out of the room
"You rotten rascal!
Run away from here!
Go race a cheetah and stay away from my shop!
I'll get a restraining order!"
The little boy backed away crying
And the man saw the store owner sighing
The man thought that maybe it was worth trying
To fix their relationship.
And the next day, the man stood around the store
Waiting for the little boy to appear
And wondering all the time if the little boy was near
Diligently the man waited
Hour after hour
Until finally the store owner rushed out of the room again
And realized the little boy was resting his head on the glass
"Run away, run away little boy! Before I reach for the phone
Retreat right this moment I'll really ring up 9-1-1!"
And fast the little boy left
The man was unhappy
He never got a chance to talk to the little boy
The little boy who stared at the guitar in the bazaar
But even then, the next day, the little boy showed up once more
To desire a very specific thing that belonged in the store
Some minutes passed and then the store owner came out
"You rat! You runt! You're a really ratchet boy, you
I'll pummel you with a tennis racket if I have to!
I'll rip you to shreds or run over your wrong existence!
I'll even throw rocks–"
The man stayed put on a bench no longer
The man was sick of this madness
Somewhere in the distance a loud gong was rung by a gonger
The man asked the store owner if he would let the man make a purchase
The store owner calmed quite a lot down and reentered his store
The man noticed the store was kept well and clean
It was also cool and with cruel priced instruments
But the man looked past the total amount of tulip money he had
And he didn't look back at the rest of the little money he had
And the man bought the guitar that the little boy
Had vey much enjoyed to look at
And grasped the thing in a case that was comfortable in his hand
And outside the store
The little boy had looked on
Through the glass window not the door
And the little boy watched as the man took the guitar
Because the little boy couldn't have gotten it, he was quite poor
And the little boy teared
While the shop owner peered
But to stop the little boy's sniffles
The man who bought the guitar stooped down low
And pushed the guitar case to the ground
The man explained to the boy that he must not be irritating
And then the the little boy could have the guitar
So the boy took the guitar with a puffy eyed smile
As the shop keeper looked on with an open mouthed unsmile
And the little boy ran away with the expensive guitar
Never to be seen again
And the little boy never considered the man a friend
But that day came to an end
And from this little event on the way to the capital
The man had traveled a ways down the bend.