Little John's Story Lyrics

Little John was an infant prodigy. When he was 7 he went to school; his knowledge and talent were
amazing. From year to year his great mind was developing at a rare bat. He passed every single exam perfectly. Some people were jealous, the others were ironical. John hated them. They teased him and often restored to fisticuffs. One day when he was on the way back home he met them in the park. Blown up by vulgar words, kicked and beaten... but that was not all. There were toll-bars in his hands. they volleyed stones at him. Two stones caught him on his temple, one on his eye. He streamed with blood. His eyeball moved backward for a few centimetres. The guilty ones escaped.