Tiny British Boy

Thou you sit there and wave
You sit there and think
Through the tidings you wonder
How animals sink

He sits in the ocean
Turns over and laughs
How do people get angry
When others are sad

Though you may not understand this
Some people might
Though you may not think so
Keep on reading tonight

In the London Oceans
Things will always be kept
You best wait your turn now
He said as he wept