- Pile of Papers -

Criminal male child
Pile of papers that I compiled
Reviled son falling into a ferocious isle
I privately sing
Don't know if you would like a ring to pretend to be king
Or a swing to play in Spring
I'll be doing one thing:
Tying your shoestring!
Nervous about the auditions
Musical fame began with beginner musicians
Sleep in pink
I'm building you a treehouse in my pile of papers with ink
Duplicated,
2 more years to say I made it!
Your foot will grow as a root
Gently falling with a parachute
Graduated from this institute
Remembering heroes with my own attribute
She'll never have to be a prostitute!