Poor Tommy

HERE'S A LITTLE STORY, A STRANGE TALE BUT TRUE ABOUT A BOY NAMED TOMMY, AND THE THINGS HE HAD TO DO. THOUGH ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD,HE ROSE BEFORE THE SUN, AND OFF HE WENT UNTIL HIS WORKING DAY WAS DONE. WINTER,SUMMER,RAIN OR SNOW OFF TO WORK TOMMY WOULD GO. DOWN THE LANE TO THE FACTORY TOMMY SPED WITH HIS DAILY FOOD,A CRUST OF BREAD. TO THE SHED WHERE LOOMS STAND PROUD, THE DUST IS FLYING, THE CLATTER LOUD, BENEATH THE LOOMS WEE TOMMY TOILS AND THE BEARINGS TOMMY OILS. BACK AND FORTH THE SHUTTLE FLIES, DROWNING OUT POOR TOMMY'S CRIES THERE HE LIES IN THE DUST AND DIRT BLOOD SOAKING HIS RAGGED SHIRT. WHO WILL MOURN THIS POOR LOST SOUL, AS THEY PLACE HIM IN THE HOLE. BENEATH THE SOIL POOR TOMMY SLEEPS, HIS MOTHER THE ONLY ONE THAT WEEPS.