boredom kills.
Happiness at 11:28 p.m.Say,
A girl I knew had a ratty old shoe
And she wore it to school one day.
The kids all laughed at her
They sneered and poked at her
so the girl I knew cried, ran away.
She ran home to her mother
Who said no, don't cry dear
And handed her money to buy
A new pair of school shoes
To chase away those bad blues
And give her a reason to smile.
But the girl I knew had another idea
So she went to a shop called Fun
A man stood at the counter and at him she whispered
Sir, I'd like a Happy Gun.
Then the girl I knew went back to her school
Where the kids learn to write and read.
She said a little prayer
And hoped God would forgive her
For this naughty little devilish deed.
Her Happy Gun all loaded,
She started pointing it at Sarah
Who said Please, not me I'm so sorry.
Shoot Jim, he's the bad guy
He told everyone you're stupid
And that you can only count to three.
The girl I knew let Sarah off
Because you always forgive those who are sorry.
But for the rest of the kids,
They weren't as lucky
For the Happy Gun got them, one two three.
The deed is done, so she walks on home
This little girl whom I once knew.
She smiled again, thanks to the Happy Gun
And not forgetting the ratty old shoe.