Happy is he who makes others happy
He comes to them as a friend
Not daring all things flappy
A friend he is, not a fiend.
Friends make you enjoy life
Fiends expose you to strife
Your lots are better
Cos you have friends who cater
For your needs
And not fiends who watch your deeds
For mistakes to crucify you
On the fastidious trees of yew.
Which would you prefer
To smile with a friend
Or suffer
In the hands of a fiend?
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