I was just being silly in art class
Me a comedian at age 11
But then on the lawn outside
The kid I thought was my friend
Told me he wanted to fight me
Because he hated me for being a fool
So we grappled shoulders, wrestled
Rolled on the ground
It wasn't much of a fight
But I was still sad that he hated me

Years later I heard he became a doctor
A psychiatrist perhaps
And if he meets a bipolar in a manic state
He says, "Do you wanna fight me?"
So they grapple shoulders, wrestle
Roll on the ground
Maybe one of them,
Maybe both of them
Feel better afterwards