POPPIES
far in the back of city fargo live a large family amidst cargo a child be bear one fine day forty year only he be to stay father's prodigy the beloved one what say he all have to be do not a teacher do n't want a guide want to be mine my very own pride handsome and young all full of life our baby boy want to take a wife jewel and gold want the dame full of shame the marriage become not even his child do she spare take it away without a care wander alone drown in sorrow he go about not a care for tomorrow in a dark alley lie in pain he be find almost insane no sun no wind no snow of any weather could put precious prince back together quietly and calmly between his soft moaning he take his last breath on a peaceful evening his mother and a sister and one aunt only be there with him not leave him lonely their beloved baby boy a beautiful soul he bid them farewell from across the wall to show him the way and how to fly angel of heaven come down from the sky goodby our baby boy farewell for now all for maybe one day we might meet thou