There’s a boy in our class
Name of Billy McMillan,
And everyone knows
He’s a bit of a villain.
My mum doesn’t like him,
No more does my dad,
They say he’s a hooligan;
This makes me mad.
Okay, so he’s scruffy
And hopeless at school,
But that doesn’t mean he’s
An absolute fool.
He’s brilliant at spitting,
And juggling with balls,
And no one can beat him
At peeing up walls.
He’s my best mate
And I think he’s just fine,
You can choose your friends,
And I will choose mine.
By Colin McNaughton from his book, There’s an Awful Lot of Weirdos in our Neighbourhood.
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