Little Davy was the kid from around the block
The First Street
gang always kept around for laughs
He was always coming up with hair-brained schemes
He thought would impress the bigger boys
Like putting pennies in parking meters
So we could collect the quarters that fell out,
A panting little puppy that bobbed up and down
The street as the big boys strutted
Trying to get the boys to pay attention to him,
Big Bill loved Davy best and his crack pot ideas
And kept him around – just for kicks,
and sometimes, the quarters, too.
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