Adrian was born
The summer of ’15
And he liked
His hot dogs with a dilly bean
A child of goofiness
but ears were clean
Another boy who likes to clown
And he came from Taco Town
Went off to school
And learned to do the MAFF
Follows the rules
But still he loves to laugh
The only way to live
Is wear the mask
The covid life don’t get him down
He’s a boy from Taco town
I was born in ’62
A squared head kid with a weird hairdo
run from bullies until I got big
now I eat just like a pig
square head kids can’t wear a hat
the top of their head is too darned fat
Big Head lives, they matter too
for the top of my head I just make do
Adrian was sent
To some wet disc golf course
tromped all around
just a like a little horse
The greatest happiness
He’d ever found
Was making discs of cardboard brown
When children lived in Taco town.
The children that lived in Spokaloo
Hid in the bushes til the bullies pass thru
Waiting to grow into my head
Ate carrots and raisins on a slice of bread
And in that bright October sun
We knew our childhood days were done
I watched my friends stay little and small
While I grew to six, and a
half feet tall
So someday Adrian will carry me
So I won’t step upon a bee
Jake and Elwood to the end
The Little Man is my best friend.
We never knew what friends we’d found
Until we came to Taco town.
