Once there was a boy,
who sang merrily.
All kids clustered around
to hear him singing happily.
He sang about the rain,
the cool, refreshing breeze
He sang about the insects,
including buzzing bees.
He sang about the tree,
which he described as flourishing green.
He sang about the blue sky,
which he described as spotless clean.
At midnight, he asked his mother, “Mom, I will become a famous singer, alright?”
“You definitely will,”she muttered as she dozed off in the night.
The boy was relieved after hearing this,
but this was history.
Did he become a famous singer?
This is still and maybe forever will be a mystery.