Whenever Charlie’s friend is here
he holds his little hand.
They forget that they are tired,
and are off to happy land.
They are in the same sweet stage of life;
drool drips off of each chin.
Surely they’ll still be good friends
when their teeth come in.
The kisses that they give each other
are not the least bit dry.
We hope that Charlie keeps his friend;
we think he’s quite the guy!