There once was a boy named Heinous,
Who always trained with fire.
He had no friends and played alone,
For Heinous was a liar.
One day there came little Betty,
Who moved to here from France.
She had no friends and played alone,
For with two left feet she danced.
Finally there was an it named Gert,
Who lived in a stump in between.
It had no friends and played alone,
For sharing, it was not keen.
So Heinous, Betty, and Gert,
They all lived minutes away.
But they had no friends and played alone,
For their thoughts unheard turned gray.
Forevermore would they stay solo,
Only with themselves to say:
“We’ve got no friends and play alone,
What a horrible, horrible day”.
