The Chimney Sweeper

The Chimney Sweeper by Anna O’Hora-Bimbot Do you know somebody like me? Covered in soot Tired and weary Nobody to care for me “deary” I travel by foot I pull myself up Before the day turns to dawn I shiver and shake Stomach rumbling, I yawn I keep my mouth shut And I follow my boss High on the roof tops I’m scared but there are no buts My hair they have shaved So the flames won’t singe I slide down the funnel They don’t care that I cringe My name is Tom Sild I’ll soon be seven I’m a chimney sweep child My work is no heaven Do you know somebody like me?