By dean friedman

I have a friend, he is a remarkable guy he teaches little children in bedford sty
Act too nice they’ll just spit in your eye but they know he loves them
He doesn’t make much money and what he does he gives away
It’s not that he’s foolish it’s just his way
He drove his first wife crazy and his second wife too he says he wishes he could change but I know that that’s not true

He’s a dodo
He’s a dodo
He’s a dodo
He’s a dodo bird

I know a woman she is 43 she spends every day of her life in the library
She studies neo-classical poetry she says truth is beauty
Surrounded by her books, she barely ever stirs, while all around her the laptops purr
Her heart is full of passion and the struggle for the good
She’d sprout wings to fly away but even if she could?­

She’s a dodo
She’s a dodo
She’s a dodo
She’s a dodo bird

She believes in the love and beauty shining in us all
She believes in hope and prayer and the meaning of it all

I met a child like a flower in the sun she puts her faith and trust in everyone
She isn’t blind, it’s just she’s too young to see right through you
But she doesn’t realize the danger she is in
People try to warn her but she doesn’t listen
Spirited, determined, stubborn and naive
Mourn for her lost innocence for which she soon must grieve

She’s a dodo
She’s a dodo
She’s a dodo
She’s a dodo bird