He borrows my sorrows,
And never bothers to give’em back.
Never does he lack,
That effort to find a burrow,
To bury my sorrow.

Happiness with me he shares,
Not as quick as a hare,
Nor as slow as a snail,
But as sweet as his voice.

Fought we,
Danced with glee,
For he loved me,
More than his money locker key.

Then one dreadful day,
Went he from me apart,
Leaving alone my anxious heart;
Which was not at all so gay.

Then to him reached I,
After a bit of private eye,
Joyed mine heart,
Cried mine eyes,
Smiled his lips,
Which still makes my heart flip.

For this may be,
Tis’ told
“A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED”