Leroy Is A Late Bloomer
Leroy is a late bloomer, he's not like the other boys.
He doesn't like to go outside and he doesn't play with toys.
He doesn't like girls, he doesn't like sports, he doesn't even like TV
He likes to lay around all day and he doesn't even like me.
"Leroy is a late bloomer." That's what his mother will say.
"There's nothing wrong with Leroy. He'll find himself someday."
Leroy doesn't go out at all; he sits in his room alone.
His thoughts are kept well hidden. His secrets are unknown.
Leroy is a late bloomer. Some kids are that way.
His father doesn't seem to mind. "Don't push him," he will say.
"Leroy's going through a stage. You just have to give him time."
But how much time does one boy need. He's already thirty-nine
Leroy es un tardío floreciente
Leroy es un tardío floreciente, no es como los otros chicos.
No le gusta salir y no juega con juguetes.
No le gustan las chicas, no le gustan los deportes, ni siquiera le gusta la televisión.
Le gusta estar acostado todo el día y ni siquiera le gusto yo.
'Leroy es un tardío floreciente'. Eso es lo que dirá su madre.
'No hay nada malo en Leroy. Él se encontrará a sí mismo algún día'.
Leroy no sale para nada; se sienta solo en su habitación.
Sus pensamientos están bien guardados. Sus secretos son desconocidos.
Leroy es un tardío floreciente. Algunos niños son así.
A su padre no parece importarle. 'No lo presiones', dirá.
'Leroy está pasando por una etapa. Solo tienes que darle tiempo'.
Pero cuánto tiempo necesita un chico. Ya tiene treinta y nueve
Escrita por: Barry Louis Polisar