They always remembered him at her side
but the family never knew
that this guy would be around for awhile
so they'd have to get used to
an extra chair, a special plate,
say 'Here is some food for you'
The only one not to get sick
when she came down with the flu

They loved wet days, they loved to play
outisde in that rain
even though Mama said that it made her quite insane
By accident, Sissy's clay sculpture
lay on the floor, slain
Eventually everyone they knew
started to complain

Get into trouble, the blame's with him
On that she could depend
But Mama was tired, so if he didn't leave
off to boarding school she'd be sent
The sad, little girl wished away
her magical mystery friend
Grown ups can't remember the tragedy
of imagination's end

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