Once upon a time, there lived a sour lime,
he bounced himself to town, each and every day,
he had no hat and he had no gown,
but brought himself to say,
'Hey, it's okay, I'm a sour lime, I can't decline,
I cannot climb, but bouncing is what I do,
If only I had a shoe, to avoid these tiny rocks,
it teases and it mocks, the children at the market, they shout and they sack it, they run and they laugh, and Enough was Enough.
Sour Lime no longer will decline, the hero he will be, the one that will stop thee, and with that bounce, so high and proud, with one big squish, the children laying around, with sour lime feeling like slime, for now in shame, but whom to blame, a sour lime, that knew the crime,
that now had a hat and a gown,
no longer bouncing with a frown, but bouncing like a happy kangaroo, as the Sour Lime earned his very first shoe.
