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
