The Boy Next Door.

 The sun lights up the garden

this blessed morn' in May,

 and even the flowers seem to sense

it is the Sabbath day.

 But now the peace is broken

and I feel my spirits fall,

 as begins the daily bombardment,

the thump of ball on wall.

Lord, I know I must love my neighbour,

and your ways I have almost mastered,

 but just this once, for old times' sake,

why not smite this little ..... boy.