Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,
A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.
I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool
I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.
Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.
Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.