He was a cruel young boy

A cruel young boy 

Used to set traps 

For some retarded friends he had 

But one day 

When all the snow was melting 

Their mother, Mrs. Potter 

Was on my bus 

Going home 

It stopped at her stop 

She got off first 

Stepped off the bus 

Slipped on the curbing 

Fell into the gutter 

With all the slush and mud 

All over her clothes