A Good Friend

When I was just a little girl
I’d sit on my daddy’s knee
He’d pull me close and whisper softly
And sing this song to me

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You can’t judge a book by its cover
Hunt for the good story inside
Don’t choose your friends by the way they look
Let how they act be your guide
They might wear goofy clothes
Have big feet
Be too tall
With buck teeth
But they might be just as neat as can be.

Soon it was my first day at school
I felt nervous, shy and alone
Who should I pick to be my new friend
I remembered my daddy’s song.

(chorus)
As I looked around I noticed
How some kids teased other ones
They called them names because they looked different
How could hurting other’s feelings be fun
Spoken They should have known…

(chorus)
I didn’t choose the kids I hung with
By their clothes, hair, eyes or skin
I wanted to know if we liked the same things
Because that’s what makes a new friend

(chorus)
repeat…They might wear goofy clothes
Have big feet
Be too tall
With buck teeth
Or they might be just as neat as they can be.