From dawn to dusk he hummed his tune.
Strangers thought he could be a lune.
His father fed up, left the room;
His mother chased him with her broom.
All avoided The Boy and his hum,
How they wished instead, he’d suck his thumb.
Suddenly his mother, began his tune to hum,
She’d caught the tune from her son.
Then one by one, each hummed his tune,
There was constant sound, all around.
The Boy, could stand the song no more,
Yearned to run to a distant shore,
Where no one hummed, t’was against the law.
Silence is bliss, thought The Boy, as he closed the door.