The ants looked like a black pathway,
As they were climbing up the hay,
They were climbing up the hay to get to their house,
On the way they saw a mouse,
Then they saw a pigeon,
Who joined them on their expedition,
The pigeon was a nice fellow,
But then he sadly had to go,
The ants didn’t stop,
They even kept marching past the traffic cop,
Finally they got home,
And there they saw their friend the gnome.

The voodoo doll sits there on the window sill,
I named him Bill,
Bill sits there all day and all night,
And when I come in at night he gives me a fright,
It looks like he has an evil grin on his face,
Sometimes he can be a disgrace.

He can be a disgrace doing all sorts of things,
Sometimes he steals my rings,
I don’t know how he does it,
But he will never admit,
What he does to us,
He puts us in a lot of stress.

There is something about Bill that you should know,
He is very handy with arrows and a bow,
He is very special in his own little way,
He likes to make little people out of clay,
He is no ordinary voodoo doll,
Paulina is his best friend they both love running into a wall,
This may seem very odd,
And when I tell them off for doing this they just stand there and nod.

This is the story of my voodoo doll,
Whenever he gets tired he likes to loll,
So next time you come across him,
Remember to give him a sim dim.
This way he will be very happy.
And forever make you his close enough pappy.

My world is crumbling, falling apart life is meaningless and that's just the start,
Only because he broke my heart,
He used to be my everything,
But now he is my nothing,
How could he do this to me?
He just threw my heart into the sea,
Left me alone with no-one to love,
Just me and my turtle dove,
He was a cheater,
And to think I loved Peter,
Now I am very suicidal because of what he did,
But he didn't care he just ran away and hid,
My wrists are covered in scars,
And I have started smoking cigars,
My parents are very worried,
Now I'm starting to get bullied,
No-one knows what to do,
Not even my best friend Andrew,
I have tried suicide many times before,
But I don't think my parents would be very happy to see a corps hanging in the bathroom when they open the door,
My parents are afraid that I will do it for real sometime soon,
Only because of those goons,
I just wish they would stop.

I like languages,
They are fun to speak and learn,
My favourite is french.