There was a boy, a special boy
His name was mighty Mo
He loved to sing and jump and swing
Wherever he might go

The boy was sweet and smart and neat
Albeit a little shy
His voice was late, he knew no hate
His laughter reached the sky

And he loved to sing and jump and swing
Wherever he might go

Children said he was a strange kid
He didn't play with them
They stayed away and watched him play
They met no one like him

He flapped like birds, recited words
And gamboled on his toes
He screamed with joy, dressed as a cowboy
And drank from the firehose

But he loved to sing and jump and swing
Wherever he might go

And he was my joy, that special boy
From the first hello.

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Written for January 10 Days Poetry Camp by undoubtedlymine

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