I once had a friend
Who was odd, head to toes,
Where he'd come from,
Frankly, no one knows.
He was happy all the time,
While being out, which was fine,
Because when all alone in his home
He'd turn his back on the sunshine.
I once had a friend
Who was odd, head to toes,
He was actually full of bruises
And scars underneath his clothes.
He was sad all the time,
While staying in, which was bad,
So that when he'd go out
He'd just smile and make us all glad.
I once had a friend,
Who was odd, head to toes,
No one ever knew his pain
And he died right under my nose...
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