The Little Cast Away

Too hot too hot yells the boy then he shouts with four little waifs on the run he has clout they jerk him around by a swimming ground poor little guy soaked and wet, like a trout Too hot too hot he cries as he dips his head still as a stalk they mistake him for dead they yank at his shirt four brats and a squirt he stands there all wet in his soppy red Keds Stop it stop it he hollers then he begins to run with heart pumping joy he heads for the sun its a fun loving day for this small cast away too hot too hot he shrieks but he doesn't shun.