What is this spear of mistletoe That flies like dart from brother's hand? Seemed innocent, a prank misfired The great shapeshifter, fire-brand
Two-faced fool, the jester bold Grasps at opportunities To turn his coat, self-satisfy And go wherever he might please
Little giant, skin so thick Can hold the fate of all his kin With treachery, duplicity Behind the wide, engaging grin
The class clown sits in back of class Throws paper darts, blot paper balls To bounce off heads of swots like me Provoke a fight when lunch break calls
His tiresome japes, the prods and pokes The never-lasting friendships made Bring only our feigned approval Soon resigned to trusts betrayedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
