Sitting on a porch, licking a sucker,

Rests a young boy named Tucker.

He watched cars go by,

Day after day,

Wondering what it would be like if he lived that way.

With fanciful trips to a market, a store,

Not to mention the coast, the shore,

A life like that would never he bore.

But all he can do, is sit on the porch,

And disappear later, armed with a torch,

To fight the dragon that lives down below,

Where rats all live, their homes that for sure,

Make him accept the boredom he suffers that fills him with woe