There's a little boy
With a little ball as his toy.
Drinking a glass of soy,
He's hoping to be as strong as heroes of Troy.
One day he ran towards a well,
He tripped and on the ball he fell.
With a scar on his knee, he needs a story to sell.
Far from the well, he heard the bell,
Calling him for dinner time.
He told himself he's fine.
Grabbing the ball he goes to dine,
Ignoring the pain, he's fine.