Comments about Joseph Colecchia
A little baby plays with his throne,
He belches and moans,
His nannies groan,
He shouts and he shouts and he shouts,
But he does not receive a clout.
They say the baby's turned into a boy,
He's still on his throne, it's no ploy.
However now he has toys to look after,
They have been there before him, no plaster,
Yet he takes care of them badly,
And they must stay with him gladly,
For they are in awe of their owner,
And do not realise he's a loner.
The toys are in desperate need of attention,
Yet the boy thinks only of retention,