And promise him lollypops of good reputation
If he acts like goody, goody which he does
And I chain him to the lath of wisdom
For some time he is pleased with me
And I am proud of him
But later he feels suffocated playing artificial
And day by day he is losing his self,
To him the joy of being real is much more desirable
Even he is given a bad name or called wild
Sensing his will I set him free
Open he comes out and gives me a pledge
From today onwards he will be the most original
And will never play goody, goody with any one
Out of fear being called a wicked or naughty.