Whether in the urban jungle or
In Bum Fly
Whether hidden under rocks
Or dropped out the clear blue sky
A friend is a sanctified sounding board
I could only hope that life would award
This takes time, don’t run too soon
Some turn to werewolves on the full moon
Yes, I often mistook
A disciple for a crook
The smoke reveals the plume
The masked man in the costume
Real friends come of the stock
Who walk the walk and
Talk the talk
In my life I have only had a few
But I swear I’ll fly to Timbuktu
To this world there will be no end
To what I will do for a real friend.
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