But not usually �til the third page,
Then we wake up inside a cage.
We all start off sane,
And become a chink in the chain,
Usually when it is dry with rain.
And then we DIE,
Right after I eat my pie,
Is how I would like to fly?
I get bored real easy,
And then get all wheezy,
Along with the sneezys.
And some of us live dirty,
For example, old Uncle Birty.
Some of you take the mick,
The rest just give me a kick,
But all of all are like proper �fick�!
Just �cos I eat,
Means you can�t meet Peat,
Or feel the chilly heat.
It�s a shame it weren�t close to Helen.
I�m sure if she tried, she would like melon,
Although, if not, she could always sell on.
Unlike that bloody Bell ion,
When it did fall upon,
And there was yell on!
Ellen is her name,
And my friend is her game.
She is always there,
When I decide I am bored.
She is always there,
Jus� to care,
When I get my neck round some cord.
But is totally hopeless at pool.
But it�s alright, �cos I don�t mind,
She�s my friend and is so kind.
I need her like the rest of �em,
They�re all special in some way.
Even if I don�t say it every day:
All of you,
I need you all,
So don�t go away,
Just stand around and sway.
I love you all!