Little Boy Lost

Such a poor boy in a grown up world,
Trying to get by with his looks and curls,
Nobody told you when you were young,
You can't impress with a snakes fork tongue.

Such a poor boy bigging up his homework,
Trying too hard not to be a jerk,
Should have figured out that the best way's straight,
But don't you cry now it's never too late.

The Opuss Massive's a forgiving bunch,
You'll get some stick, but come to the crunch,
Just play the game, we'll see you alright,
And you may just find you were too uptight.

'Cos words are words, and rhyme is rhyme,
Just do your own thing and you'll be fine,
Oh sure it's hard when the words won't come,
But you'll see it's all worth it when you're done.

And if you really think that it's all about first place,
Stop, think again, you're not in a rat race,
It's all about things that really matter,
Expression, satisfaction and just the banter.

So cheer up boy come join in the fun,
'Cos that's where it's at when all is done,
We all don't care if you're first or last,
'Cos we're all too busy just having a blast.