The Little Boy

Oh, my, oh, my,
I heard a little boy cry.
On the road he has crumbled,
‘cause over a stone he had stumbled.
He cried and cried,
as much as his parents tried,
to quell his pain,
all in vain.
So I ran into my house,
as quick as a mouse,
grabbed Alphonse, the ape,
setting the boy agape,
and, lo and behold, in a while
he began to smile
at Alphonse’s funny sounds,
which had him in his mother’s arms bounce.
Mason, the boy showed my his toy,
and his trust filled me with joy.
As the parents walked away,
wishing me a good day,
I gave three cheers:
I had taken away the boy’s tears.
He was feeling no pain,
and I was having Human Champagne.