Dedicated to Willy Wippor Willow Jr.
When feelings boil over,
And you get bit by Rover,
When you get mixed up in your roles,
And in your pants you find four holes
(One in a very embarrassing place),
Then you find a zit in the middle of your face,
When you find a ripped-out pocket in your coat
(And you no longer have your note),
When your pet tarantula gets free,
When your brother goes literally crazy
(Thinking he’s The Man on The Moon),
And you think you’re going to join him soon,
When, in Matrimony, you think you’ll losing another brother
But instead you gain a sister
(With a little brat you end up baby-sitting to boot),
And it seems no-one gives a hoot . . .
Isn’t it nice to have a friend
To whom you can talk to with no end,
Then you can cry on her shoulder
And she’ll say you’re not as crazy as any other
Person in the world,
And you can depend on her word
That things will get better soon
(Even the Man on The Moon),
She’ll assure you the teeth marks don’t show,
And she gets a needle and sews up each and every hole,
Tell you your face will clear,
And your tarantula is under her chair
(She doesn’t faint or even jump;
Her phobia can wait till you’re over your blue funk),
She’ll tell you she’s glad that you’re around
And soon you’re laughing on the ground . . .
Isn’t nice to have a friend?
© Ariel
