Friends
Friends
Friends are very nice,
but they eat my cake slice.
They help everyday,
when there is no sun's ray.
They come to my house and play,
and make me slave.
Sometimes we fight,
but we hold our hand tight.
Friends are very nice,
but they eat my cake slice.
They help everyday,
when there is no sun's ray.
They come to my house and play,
and make me slave.
Sometimes we fight,
but we hold our hand tight.