The life was simple and safe
never a care or harsh word.
Then came the day of the change;
you’ll be fine they said, smiling,
see nothing’ll hold you back now.
Nothing did, couldn’t help it;
no one said about traffic
lights, so when he went to cross
at red the lorry hit him,
killed him stone dead. And they said,
should’ve taken care in the
community. Not quite right
you see, not like you and me.