One Boy, Boy for Sale

I always liked the musical Oliver. The song at the beginning has been going through my head lately.

The lyrics are:

One boy,
Boy for sale.
He's going cheap.
Only seven guineas.
That -- or thereabouts.

Small boy...
Rather pale...
From lack of sleep.
Feed him gruel dinners.
Stop him getting stout.

If I should say he wasn't very greedy...
I could not, I'd be telling you a tale.
One boy,
Boy for sale.
Come take a peep.
Have you ever seen as
Nice
A boy
For sale.



I don't want to tell you which of my kids I feel like selling, since this is the Internet and will last for ever.  All I can say is that we need to figure out a way for both he and I to move past this stage!