Being A Friend

There’s really no end
To being a friend
There’s really no way to walk out.
If you leave them too long
Or pull out their tongue
All they will give is a shout.

There’s really no end
To being a friend
There’s really no way you cannot.
If you hide all their clothes
Or blow up their nose
They never will leave you to rot.

For a being a friend
Is a joy without end
And I’m glad that you chose to be mine.