Bobby Shafto

He is not secure in this world Anymore And if he grips too tightly He could very easily fall But it's not a case of clinging To his own little place It is all that is outside That he must take up arms against I am his superior and he is my inferior He is the interior and I am the exterior He doesn't need to know What I have done He doesn't need to understand The poor lost and little one There is no need for him to reject The manner of his birth I will always be ahead of him I will always get there first I am his superior and he is my inferior He is the interior and I am the exterior Mary had a little lamb His name was Bobby Shafto Little Lamby went to sea Adrift upon a raft-o Bobby fell into the waves They drowned the woolly fellow The last thing that was seen of him His hair, so curly and yellow I am his superior and he is my inferior He is the interior and I am the exterior The last thing that was seen of him His hair, so curly and yellow