Special Friend
There is a special friend that I hold dear
I only wish that she were near.
She’s is a treasure with a heart of gold
And wish to have my arms enfold.
Hair of black, Eyes of brown
And skin as soft as Eiderdown.
Her laughter is a musical sound
As joyous as a merry-go-round.
If you are blue and feeling down
She’ll have you tumbling like a clown.
I loved her dearly there was no doubt
The plans we made just did not work out.
But dear reader that is not the end
Alma and I are still the best of Friends
