Newsies or paperboys
Street rats are making noise
With no food and no coats
Walking by rich boys who love to gloat
They were to young to be heard
And yet to old to act absurd
No fairy godmother to save the day
They watched all of their dreams float away
But unknown to all
A miracle would come their way
Someone would come along
Who would make the big boys pay
Singing the world will know
And sieze the day
The newsies of New York
Started to fight whatever got in their way
Taking a stand
Against what was wrong
They came out victorious
Everyone started getting along
Through thick and thin
They stuck it out
They would'nt give in
They'd scream and shout
In the end they had won their war
They had stuck together
And they stayed true to what they were fighting for

By: Whisper