There was a thin boy standing in the corner of the room.
He told us one day he would be Prime Minister.
He made his fingers into glasses
to show what he would look like.
He smelt a little bit.
So we didn’t want to go very close
to see.
So he spoke in a loud voice.
He was wearing grey woollen shorts
and a grey vest.
It was a V-neck
with a coloured stripe at the collar.
His mother ironed his clothes.
