[00:13.73]There is a little place in a little room
[00:17.31]Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom
[00:20.45]Tucks his little legs undermeath a well worn chair
[00:24.21]Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair
[00:33.90]A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears
[00:37.25]Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears
[00:40.90]Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrate
[00:44.23]All the nooks and crannies that this world creates
[01:21.41]There is so little time for us to stop and look
[01:24.56]As he places the cover upon his little book
[01:28.28]There will come a day when this little man will die
[01:31.24]And they'll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
[01:41.56]His little lead pencel book and chair
[01:44.98]Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where