the chinmey sweepers

My mother died when I was young,
My father made me work
As a chimney sweeper i cried.

my friend Tom Docre cried
when his head was shaved
i tried to cheer him up

He stoped crying and that night
had a dream
thousands of chimney sweepers, like us
were killed and put in coffins of black soot

He dreamed that an angel came to them
she opened the coffins and let them free
they were happy
they washed themselves in the river and laid underneath the sun

Clean and with no worries
they fly among the clouds
the angel told tom to be good while on earth
so that he can live a happy after life

Tom woke from his dream
We went back to work
it was cold, but tom was happy and war
if they struggle through life they will be rewarded