Little Mo, Son Of Joe,
Needed something.
Something that told him his ancestry,
Something that he wanted very badly,
So he looked, and looked, and looked, and looked, and looked.
And while he did,
He said to Sid,
I will find it.
He said it to all the people in town,
Until they never wanted him around,
I will find it.
First, he searched around his house.
Nothing.
Then he searched around his street,
Nothing.
He then searched around his whole neighborhood!
But still, Nothing.
He saw Nothing everywhere,
But Something just wasn’t there!
So he sat and pulled out all his hair,
As the Bald Mo, Son Of Joe, he set to work again.
He searched, yes, he would peek and peer,
Until he broke the atmosphere,
But, as you can guess, Nothing.
So as he came back down,
He saw a beautiful sight to see,
Where people aren’t like you and me
They were all as different as could be!
And came back down, gracefully,
And he knew who he would be,
Himself.