The wonders of the world come calling

But the little boy has no time.

He is too busy with his building blocks

Making a world of his own,

Where red blocks make a hospital

And bright green ones, a police station.

He doesn’t have time for the pancakes

Or the syrups the mother brings,

He is too busy with his building blocks

Creating a world of his own.

The wonders of the world come calling

But the little boy has no time.

He is too busy picking the garbage

Looking for wrappers that shine like gold,

He collects all that is discarded

With eagerness and a glint in his eyes.

He doesn’t have time for empty sermons

About hygiene and other idiosyncrasies.

He is too busy with his empty wrappers

Creating a world of his own.