There was a little boy in the town of Seore,
Who used to wipe and sweep the floor.
His father had owned a shiny 12 gauge,
Which he used to fire, in rage.
You see, his father had an anger problem,
He used to hunt birds for fun,
but one day when he saw a bear ,
he had no choice but to run.
he came back home, weary and tired,
the gun he had, had accidentally fired,
the shot went on and destroyed his prize,
a shining trophy, amazing in size.
one day, the rival town attacked,
people died, and a bartender was sacked.
because he had betrayed the town,
he was sent to jail at the mayors frown.
Soldiers and snipers shot the townsmen
The only one surviving was a year old hen.
The others fled, at least thats what they said
The little boy hid under the shed.
He remembered his fathers weapon of pride
He, no more, felt the need to hide,
He stepped out of the shed, through the streets he fled,
He thanked almighty that he wasn't shot dead.
He took the shotgun, and held it tight
He ran through the streets again, filled with fright.
He hid behind a wall, and waited for a chance
he saw a dead cat, a breed from france.
He threw the cat in front of few soldiers,
They looked at the cat, with suspicious eyes,
As they were distracted, he quickly ran past,
The town hadn't seen anyone this fast.
He shot a few guards, And ran for his life
He ran out of ammo, so he stole a knife.
He stabbed a guard, and took his rations
He was lucky enough to make it alive to the station.
He had a small cart, which he had made
He put it on the track, showing signs of being afraid.
He had taped an engine on its back,
it was small, but it was better than a sack.
He started the engine, and the cart started to go,
He went faster then a gushing river's flow.
He came to a halt, at the Mirabou camp
With fear in his heart, he entered, with a lamp
It turned out to be a camp of soldiers
Who were guarding around the towns borders.
They picked him up, and shot him dead
And that was the end of little Fred.....
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