There was a boy around the way,
he tripped, and fell, and died that day.

There was a boy who was in jail,
he was released upon his bail.

There was a boy who was depressed,
got in a car, he was a mess.

There was a boy driving a car,
he drove down to the local bar.

There was a boy he had been sent,
out of the bar, that way he went.

There was a boy who was quite drunk,
fell into the mud, down he sunk.

There was a boy still he would lay,
forever silenced he would stay.
 
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