A lonely little boy,
Swings on a swing set.
He thinks about his school,
And starts to get upset.
Nobody notices he says,
They don't even care.
Of course they don't he sighs
And spirals into despair.
But as fate would bring,
A lonely little girl.
She walked up to the boy,
To try to discern.
He looks very sad,
Kind of like me.
I wonder if he's hurt,
Not a guarantee.
Little boy she said,
Softly as a bird.
The boy looked up and thought,
Is she crazy or absurd?
To think of someone who actually spoke,
To the freak show of a kid.
She sat down next to the lonely boy,
And promised him a quid.
If I become your friend,
Will you be mine too?
She stared at him expectantly,
As he slowly tried to construe.
He shakily nodded his head,
Making the girl smile bright.
I finally have a friend he thought,
Now everything is right.
