I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Life is like an old house; it gets used,
worn-out and old.
Then it's time to move
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
