I have a friend called Sel Festeem
He wishes he were taller
He walks around the busy streets
And hides from every soul he meets.

My next door neighbor, Confi Dence,
Never takes the elevator
She climbs abruptly up the stairs
As if somebody really cares.

My teacher, Insec Urity,
Is trying to loose weight
He juggles vegetable and fruit
But can't fit into his new suit.

An old acquaintance back from school
Who's named Unhap Piness,
Confied in me the other day
That she has nothing left to say.

I hate my friend, my neighbor too,
Can't stand acquaintances or teachers,
Perhaps one day I'll run away
And everything would be okay.