Whenever you're down, or feeling sad
Read this story, and joy you will gain
At least I hope I can make you glad
Though my story is all about pain

Born to a miserable life, was I
Because of my colour and shape
They'd kick me until I started to cry
Sometimes throw me in the nearby lake

But they didn't care, not at all
Some would even come to watch and laugh
Hurting my yet so damaged soul
Their smiles from pain on my behalf

So smile because you do not have to be me
Misery you do not know at all
True pain and fears you'll only see
By, like me, being a football