One, two- Buckle my shoes,

             Three, four- knock at the door.

               This is a song he sang in school,

                Running so late, he was beaten too.

                Ran down the stairs like the kids will do,

                And sang the school song went to.  

                Picked a pen and wrote his books through.

                These days were true,

                 His jumping around, and the way he grew.

                 Dawdling the years to others new.

                 Tare-otu,

                  Did like others- as whom?

                  When he passed in class,

                   He was given a hug.

                   When he failed,

                   He was spanked like a gong.

                   With the face darkingly blond,

                    With brains so bright, to be obviously odd.

                    A garden like Eden,

                    Thrown to the world.

                     He is no Eden,

                     But a gift to the board.

                     Neither special,

                     But all looking after.