I have a message from your little boy;
the one you said you remember,
whose name is just like mine.
we thought that was a funny coincidence,
and we laughed together.
we laughed, and I forgot to tell you
he gave me a message for you.

I have a message from your little boy;
do you remember him now, as you did
a minute ago?  You do?
Yes, I know -- his name is just the same
as mine!
He is small, yes, and I am big.
He gave me a message for you.

I have a message from your little boy;
those are, indeed, fine flowers, but
if you eat them, there won't be any
for others to smell, or even taste.
Do you have a little boy
whose name is similar to mine?
He gave me a message for you.

I have a message from your little boy;
he's right nearby, and he remembers you.
He's right nearby, and he --
I like the buttons on the telephone, too;
you used to show me how to take them off
and put them back.  Now, you just take them off.
He gave me a message for you.

I have a message from your little boy;
he misses you; he remembers your strong hand
stretched out to help him cross the road;
yes, his name is quite like mine.
He remembers, he says, that you
forgot to wave goodbye;
he gave me that message for you.

I have a message from your little boy;
that when I leave today, will you please
wave goodbye,
and I will wave goodbye
to him.
He said to tell you that he loves you.
He gave me that message for you.

I have a message from your little boy,
and I think we have a road to cross...

a one-way street, where flowers grow forever...

©  Copyright, 1999; Malcolm Beckett