Ha, ha, ha, we love to laugh at you.
So many silly things you do.
Don't invade our privacy.
You make us sometimes want to see.
Keep away you freaky friend.
We're slipping blindly to our end.

Ha, ha, ha, you make us always want to joke.
We giggle 'til we nearly choke.
Your foolish clothes and stupid walks.
You'll always find us trying to talk.
Leave us here so smug and free.
We don't know what we want to be.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002