Somewhere in North Serbia,
Lived a little boy Alexander
Who was overcome with hysteria
When his parents worked yonder.
Never did he eat, never did he sleep
Just looked out of his little house
And morn to night only did weep
So got nicknamed ‘Weepy Mouse’
Boys in the nearby farm
Tried calling him out to play
Outside air did none any harm
They tried in vain to say.
But the little boy Alexander
Closeted in his little house
Just looked sadder and sadder
Indeed, like a white, weepy mouse.
Once, he gazed at the night sky
There, saw a family of brilliant stars
Gazed upon by many a passer-by
Shining like a moon with no scars.
There appeared a lone star
Hardly seen from below
Aloof like Alexander
No, it didn’t put up a good show.
Alexander looked at it for long
Suddenly, suddenly struck upon an idea new
Thought he was wrong all along
Like him, there were none, or maybe just a few.
A lone star has no audience
Its brilliance is hardly seen
He then got some sense
And changed from what he had been.
Alexander not ‘Weepy Mouse’ anymore
He didn’t stay alone any longer
Never seen him like this, everyone swore
Even his parents who came from yonder.
Alexander looked at the brilliant stars
Shining, smiling upon him
He said, ‘I intend no farce’
I turned like you, ain’t no longer grim.