Children's Words

With sticks and stones they hunted him down.
Their screams piercing the night.
“Kill him, kill him”, they shouted with a frown.

It’s hard to envisage he lived right uptown,
And no one ever knew.
With sticks and stones they hunted him down.

No one would have expected these things from such a clown.
Their town was lively and peaceful too.
“Kill him, kill him”, they shouted with a frown.

With eyes swimming of innocence their children walked with crowns.
Their ABCs and 123s were their main concerns.
With sticks and stones they hunted him down.

Upon seeing bruises on their children’s bodies, parents began talking in the town.
The children all had a unanimous story: “it was James the janitor.”
“Kill him, kill him”, they shouted with a frown.

At sunset they made their journey, their children wearing tea gowns.
Sleeping soundly on his pillow, James had no idea.
With sticks and stones they hunted him down.
“Kill him, kill him”, they shouted with a frown.