Once, lived a boy, Who called himself Stu, He ran, played, and cried, As any would too— And such was the life Of the boy named Stu. Stu and his friends, Together at school, Learned and listened—not! They thought they were cool— And such was the life Of the boy named Stu. Alas, but then, On a warm, spring day, Before himself stood, A boy in his way. Mad, overcome, Stu picked up his tool, And jabbed it at him, Got expelled from school— And such was the life Of the boy named Stu . Then, an event! Some horrible news! No more could he run , A cost so undue— And such was the life Of the boy named Stu . New friends he made, But saw old ones too, He played, cried, and swam, No need to be blue— And such was the life Of the boy named Stu. Last, it would not, For it burned a flame, As Stu tried to play, His "friends" called him names. They were just kids, Yes, this, the boy knew, He said he cared not, Though this was untrue— And such was t...