The little boy who was afraid of an old, gnarled tree in a neighbour's yard,
And who overcame his fear by simply doing ten friendly things with the tree.
Time and wealth had been wasted in the dearly years,
When all wishes could came true without crying undying tears.
Oh why oh why, Daniel
To the god, who I hate so much

The fairy appeared with a pair of scissors, whispered: “cut the sad endings.”
The sun, the sun, was the joy of life, the zest of living. That was the light.
The seeds I had sown, It all gone down to the drain.
Standing on the street alone, crying in the useless rain.
Oh why oh why, Daniel
To the god, who I hate so much

By The Saint, Daniel