Be my friend
I don’t want to be a fiend
We will play together and forever
My friend isn’t like a thumb
So be my friend because I’m being a fiend
I am happy when it is my birthday.
I am happy when I play with my friends!
I am happy when I have fun with my family (cough)
I am happy basically all the time
On Tuesday we get ready for school.
We come home and I have got to go on Skype.
Then we go somewhere again.
On Friday we do this again.
This all sounds boring,
but I have been doing this for one year
In a world of conformity
Individuality I cannot see
Is it the beak or the bill
The blanket or the quilt
The power of an individual
The weakness of an individual
It is easy to fall down
But so hard to get back up
So why should you feel okay when you put someone down?
What if they never get back up?
I feel like a friend that is friendless
And a man that is powerless
If you had the barrel pointed in your direction
Would you still be able to show the same affection?
Children in bed, excited for tomorrow.
Holly on the door.
Rudolph getting ready to pull the sleigh.
Icicles on the window.
Stockings above the fireplace.
Treats all ready for the big day.
Mince pies ready for Santa.
Angel on top of the tree.
Santa’s on his way!