Mr. Froideur doesn’t feel that great
Everyone hails him as the wonder, number eight
He doesn’t feel that way, not one bit
But a smile he wears upon a throne he sits
Everyone takes notes upon his demeanor
The clothes that he wears
The envy surrounds
Stories that his grass is greener
He wants to speak out
Do not look to me!
There is nothing that special...
What do you see?
Children have items
Embossed with his face
He doesn’t understand
Why it fills every space
He wants to scream!
Look to yourself for true glee!
Why, oh why...
Do you study me?
But not a word is muttered
As Mr. Froideur is surrounded
Words and pictures fluttered
Lies and facades compounded
Everyone hails him as the wonder, number eight
He doesn’t feel that way, not one bit
But a smile he wears upon a throne he sits
Everyone takes notes upon his demeanor
The clothes that he wears
The envy surrounds
Stories that his grass is greener
He wants to speak out
Do not look to me!
There is nothing that special...
What do you see?
Children have items
Embossed with his face
He doesn’t understand
Why it fills every space
He wants to scream!
Look to yourself for true glee!
Why, oh why...
Do you study me?
But not a word is muttered
As Mr. Froideur is surrounded
Words and pictures fluttered
Lies and facades compounded
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