The Small boy and his father,
Would travel here and there.
It was there to go out on a conquest,
But they were poor.
They would visit circuses,
Visit all places of local interest.
In their dreams,
They conquered all,
The father was the king,
And the little boy a champion of football.
They were indeed poor,
But not of mind.
Soon they reached their zenith,
When God took them in his hands,
And he kept with him forever and ever.