The CRYLAND'S King

Oh! Boy! Oh! Boy You're so moody— destroy all the toys Why do you cry so wild? You little annoying child I merely looked- you started crying so loud I think your father does not feel so proud Phone snatched by your hand You fly into rage- roll on the land Tell me, why do you cry so wild? You little annoying child Shut up! Why are you screaming? It's just your daydreaming You're always so selfish boy Don't let anyone touch that filthy toy Now the toy in my hand, little child Lol! Again you started crying so wild You're a very sneaky little thing! Can I call you a CRYLAND'S king? Even the cat slaps you, little king Still, you want to rule over everything It's not the best way you're mild Such drama! This world feels fooled and styled You lie so peacefully in your mama's lap But then you yawn and take a nap The shining Beauty in your heart is pure Yet your crying is wild, not a lion's roar So, why do you cry so wild? You little annoying child There are many great reasons to fly Don't you think Never Kissed the Sky There are vast skies to fly Don't waste time just to cry The shine is in wisdom— not just in your golden hair No more wild crying today— Don't you dare