This is a favorite poem of mine.
Lumpy Is My Friend
Lumpy likes to pick his nose,
then wipe his fingers on my clothes.
it doesn't mater,i suppose,
for Lumpy is my friend.
He hides my shoes, he steals my hats,
he pulls tails of dogs and cats,
oh, Lumpy is the brat of brats,
still, Lumpy is my friend.
Lumpy thinks it's a lot of fun
to shoot me with his water gun
and trip me when i trie to run,
still, lumpy is my friend..
He stuffs my pockets full of rice
and down my back slips chunks if ice,
i know that lumpy isn't nice,
but lumpy is my friend.
by Jack Prelutsky
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