Once there was a boy who left the bed he slept in.
And he ran away 'cause he felt life was cruel.
A killer of fools was walking close behind him.
The boy was afraid that he'd be thought a fool.
Oh the foolkiller is a giant they say.
He chops down a fool and he goes on his wa-ay-ay.
Better runaway boy was a runaway boy.
Very much like you.
So he climed the hills and roamed the woods and valleys.