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.