Hidden and sick

Lil Henry loved to play hide & seek

In his grandma’s attic he always hid

That Sunday his parents left without him

They said, “Never mind we’ll pick him up next week!”

Lil Henry was waiting in the attic

For his parents up there to find him

For his grandma his soup to bring

As she did, when they left without him

(It must be said for the rest of the story

That deaf-mute was poor Henry

That his grandma was a bit crazy

Which will not help as you will see)

Poor Henry starving hidden & weak

Tried to make noise on the floor to be noticed

But the old lady was so crazy,

Thought the noises mice or breeze should be

That night his parents’ car fell from a cliff

And his grandma forgot about him

So he was there with only dust to lick

Not even a book, or old clothes to eat

Six long days he had spent in the attic

And not a day more could he have lived

Poor Henry finally died hidden & sick

For he could not survive with only dust to lick

And the old lady was so crazy

Thought the noise mice or breeze should be

Poor Henry finally died

He could not survive

Poor little thing, poor little thing, poor little

Thing!