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The Young Boy's Charms
And How He Kept Them

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You are young, little boy, the old man said
And your body is free of all hair
And yet you keep yourself to yourself
Do you think, with your beauty, that's fair?

I am young, as you say, the little boy replied
And still under my mother's fair rule
And so I have to obey her in whatever she says
Which includes going daily to school.

You are young, little boy, the old man said
And your body's still pure and white
And yet you keep it covered from the sun
Do you think, at your age, it is right?

I am young, as you say, the little boy replied
And it's my ambition to grow very old
And my mother has said, to achieve it, I must
Keep out of the sun, and the cold.

You are young, little boy, the old man said
And your manner is charming and gay
And if you would let me, I'd gladly ensure
You'd continue to grow up that way.

I have listened to you long, the little boy replied
But I don't think I can agree with your plan
For it's clear to me, and me mum would agree
That you're a dirty old man!

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Copyright John Steele 1999

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