"
He was a scribble of a boy, all hair and mischief
He was a scribble of a boy, all hair and mischief
A
two-foot tale of trouble, the bee's knees
A
cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks, completely fearless
I had
to carry a first aid kit, my band-aid boy
I had
my heart in my mouth wherever we went
He'd
do backflips into the pool when he was tiny
And
the lifeguards would get all stressed out
He
was a proper Mowgli, he embraced everything
Took
things apart to see what made them tick
Such
busy fingers
He
would empty sugar packets onto the tables
In
restaurants to draw pictures in
He
used to draw on anything
Fantastical
creatures with ferocious fangs
And
now he draws with words
And I
find lyrics on my till receipts and bills
He
was never still and barely slept, so neither did I
I
could never understand how he could watch TV
Upside
down while kicking a ball
His
eyes shone with wonder
Music
flowed through him like a current
He'd
upend a stool to use as a microphone
Singing
away for his grandparents
He
turned the world upside down and we're richer for it
He
was and is a complete joy
The
world is his, that scribble of a boy
"
Loyle Carner - Sun of Jean
"
Loyle Carner - Sun of Jean
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