My best friend is named Pinky
He loves me when I’m stinky
In Miss Rehms class we play
My favorite time of day
I like to call him twinkie

We dream about the ocean
Our minds are put in motion
Pinky cuddles my neck
He’s not computer tech
We awake with this notion

I stroke Pinky’s dorsal fin
Like trump all we do is win
We ball hard like Jordan
We don’t skate that’s boardin
We don’t decompose like tin

Call us Flinstones cuz we rock
Pinky ain’t no dirty sock
He may be soft as silk
But smells like rotten milk
Time slows with Pinky tick tock

When we part I feel like farts
This is when Miss Rehm’s class starts
The next day we can play
I say goodbye for today
My heart hurts been hit with darts