A sweet in sweat

OH! I can smell the sweet of cake,

for me I know it was just baked;

the chocolate chips sat there like flakes,

my mom then shook me and I was awake.

The blue in the sky and why was it so shy,

I think it’s the sun that made it cry;

the birds now sang with rhyme to fly,

I knew it was Monday and school thereby.

I love to play my favorite game,

for you may like I’d like the same;

I am going to be good, for one takes my name,

and would thank everyone for the wonderful fame.

I kicked the ball and there it went,

it was a big house and spooked as I came;

a voice then came in an old accent,

'why thy had come? and what’s thy name?'

I said 'I am Nick and playing football

and generously have come to ask this ball',

to which he replied I like you boy,

but then he said I am your principal boy.

Get down and get close to it,

and bad if you did you should admit;

then you will have a good credit,

for your future now work hard with spirit.

I play now hence at dawn and dusk,

and want to be, in team at must;

and for this country I’ll play some day,

and for this world I’ll do good may.