They Shot Him Down
Little Johnny Tredwell
Is the Call of Duty king
He shoots em up
He blows em up
With boom a bash a swing
Little Johnny Tredwell
Is a violent young man
He pushes kids
He punches kids
But the smart children ran
Little Johnny Tredwell
Has grown up to be a soldier
They shoot him up
They blow him up
The ground beneath him smolders
Little Johnny Tredwell
Could have read a book
A mystery
A history
That's all it would have took
Now Little Johnny Tredwell
Is buried in the ground
He could've been
The president
But his mind was never found
Copyright © Caitlin Dwinnell | Year Posted 2013
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