The Birthmark Kid
Where did they go?
I thought they went up here
And from his glossy eyes
Slid a slivery tear
While on top of the hill
The boys at last came
Upon a way to light
A small rescue flame
So they lit their little light
And then watched as the breeze
Plucked up one tiny ember
Set afire all the trees
As the small child wept
He saw, much to his shock
The blaze, and in fear
He slipped off Castle Rock
But his perilous plunge
And sharp, piercing scream
Went unnoticed—the boys
Were entranced by the gleam.
