Amigo Especial

Hoje não aconteceu nenhuma peripécia que possa cá por, o que é altamente invulgar. Sendo assim vou aqui escrever em poema uma canção de Stephen Lynch intítulada Special Friend Fred ( não, não me foi dedicada e bem poderia ser o Mr. Ed )

When i was a boy of ten
I had a very best friend
Fred was kind, with good intent
But just a little different

Ohhh special Fred
Mamma dropped him on his head
Now he's not so bright instead
He's a little bit special

We'd play tag and he'd get hurt
I'd play soldier he'd eat dirt
I like math and spelling b
Fred liked talking to a tree

Ohhh special Fred
Mamma dropped him on his head
Now she keeps him in the shed
Cuz he's a little bit special

I ran track hung out in malls
Fred ran headfirst into walls
I had girls and lots of clothes
Fred had names for all his toes

Ohhh special Fred
Mamma dropped him on his head
Now he thinks he's a piece of bread
Cuz he's a little bit special

One day talking to special Fred
He grabbed a brick and he swung at my head
And as he laughed at me that's when i knew
That special Fred just made me special too

Now i laugh as i count bugs
I give strangers great big hugs
Next to me, Fred is fine
Yeah, he's a fu#$%ing Einstein

Ohhh special Fred and me
Now we're not right in the head you see
Now we're not so bright instead
We're a little bit special
Just a little bit special
That bastard Fred made me special

Just a little bit special