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