Miska's Song

While cleaning out my closet in my parent’s house I found this:

They never thought
He’d die alone
He died so young
They didn't know
The pain was crucial
Not too great
But he knew about his fate
He lived his life, very fun
He loved the food; he loved the sun
He never knew, how to spell hit
And he didn't make it

Chorus:
He never lived to see freedom
About six years he saw the sun
He only got, a stomachache
When he ate chocolate cake
The world was his, he thought too much
Of other people who weren't tough
He couldn't wait, till he could see
How un-lonely it would be

They never knew, he was so dead
He got whacked upside the head
The leather bludgeon, it was there
It must've gotten too much air
Peter, leader wanted revenge
On the director had not changed

Chorus

Peter climbed upon a pole
The director he was cold
Peter scared he ran away
But he might be here today
Miska, now he's in a halt
Please tell peter this is not his fault…

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Oh Science, memories.