There was a curious little boy, br Who always seek "Why? " br Why is this, why is that, why is then, why not now? br Why not, why by-the-by? br br He wants to know why paper burn, br Why lead and stone left unburn, br Why sun so bright and wind should blow, br And why rabbit so fast and worms so slow, br He wants to know what makes happy, br And why sometimes so sad, br Why sinks the sun behind the hills, br And why the people die, br Few days before i met that boy, br He was sad that he get no answer, br Besides that the teachers laught at him, br Tears were there to that scream, br Harsh is that now he dont ask why, br To books he just use to copy by, br So sad for the boy the world scared him by sigh, br Now he stop asking and seeking why, br Its day before yesterday, br The brilliant boy had died, br Some of these why's are not too hard, br To answer if they had tried, br Oh scary world we have lost that brilliant boy, br I go to his grave and told him, br Day is faint now air is quiet still, br They could understand u as they are mentally ill, br A soft sound came from the grave, br Good bye to thy world i couldnt be on their way, br Good bye to you S.R.J.....