They lend themselves to re-interpretation based on the context: time, culture, protagonists…
There’s a song I don’t particularly like called, Billy Boy. You know it, but if you can’t remember it, click on the link in the previous sentence. I usually change the lyrics to rap music to make up songs for Russell Jenkins, but Billy Boy is another go to.
I mean, look at that fool:
He’s a young thing and cannot leave his mother. Oh, wait — I’m giving it away. So, here’s the Russell Jenkins version of Billy Boy: