The Prison

It's a good prison,
A strong prison
And though he oughtn't be, he's fond of it
For there's no one in it
And it's a good, strong prison

Then they bring him the boy
The English boy
Who stares about at the walls
A boy with tangled hair and frightened eyes
And he loves his prison less

The boy tries to escape
Over and over
At last he places him in the Hole
To teach him to stay where he is
When the boy is taken out
His frightened eyes are blank

And Don Alfredo
No longer loves his prison.

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