I’m not a friend you’d imagine,
or ever come to expect;
but one who’d always be there,
when others do neglect.
I’m called odd, a little different,
some may say I’m queer.
It shouldn’t even matter much,
when motives are sincere.
A friend’s a friend regardless if
his girlfriend’s name is Ted.
There’s so much more to others
than who they take to bed.
I’m a warm, sociable person,
not some social disease;
a slight aberration of Nature,
(ever slight, if you please.)
I’ve a big heart and joyful spirit,
as you have come to see;
a true blue friend forever yours,
if you’d be the same to me.