First you'll say. "Sing, little boy,"
and next, "Excuse me,
go away from here—
clear out, will you?"
So I won't sing.
First you'll say, "Exert yourself,"
then you'll kick me;
First you'll spin a lot of words,
then clench your teeth.
No more will I sing.
Good that I am faking now,
I save my life this way.
Now I can see from far
The others' loving kindness.
No more will I sing now
No more will I sing.