The Chimney Sweep
I'm very small and only five,
The food I eat only just keeps me alive.
My boss is so mean, so mean and nasty
He doesn't even give me his Cornish pasty!
I have no shoes on my feet just walking there
In the middle of the street.
I see spiders bugs and birds
But they're the only things that understand my words.
I'm cold and dirty, always scared
How I wish somebody cared.
By my very young son