Who says the child won't grow
Who says he'll never become a man
Who says he'll forever remain a toddler
Not knowing his left from his right
Who says this is all there is to him
Who says his best days are now
Who says he is not more than meets the eye
That the prevailing is his last
Who says he won't learn
Who says his ignorance would survive
Who says he'll always be daft
Living in ways eccentric
Who says he's an aberration
Who says he'll never rhyme with time
Who says he's life his done
Never seeing the light of dawn
Who says the boy won't find love
Who says he'll never get a crush
Who says he'll always be a loner
Not having one to share his heart
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