At Tommy’s age of nine now,
This imaginary friend is Freddie.
As he laughed and play oh wow,
He was a nice friend to Tommy.
As Tommy’s friend Tim still a kid,
Freddie wanted to meet this Tim.
Oh, they played together they did,
Just Freddie was very nice to him.
Tommy wanted Freddie to do this,
Freddie turned out to be very nice.
Oh as Freddie knows their only kids,
Playing together they were just best.
As a light day turned to night and dark,
Freddie vanished and Tommy was sad.
As the daylight came Freddie was back,
Playing again and Tommy became glad.
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