This is the story of a boy named Mort

Who really believed that friends can be bought;

And how the boy who was first with every trend

Nearly came to a sticky end….

Now Mort was spoiled and Mort was sly,

Mort had everything money could buy.

(A tantrum or two would always suffice

if he saw something he thought was nice).

The boys from school came round in their droves,

They begged their mums for brand-name clothes,

They put up with Morty’s unpleasant ways

‘cos he was always first with the latest craze.

Then came the day, as days will come

when they lost it all, his Dad and Mum.

They sold their house, and they sold his toys,

and that was the end of the neighbourhood boys

Mort was lonely, and Mort was sad

he blamed his troubles on Mum and Dad

And that was why, one angry day

Mort decided to run away…

He walked and walked to the end of town

and when he got there he sat himself down

He felt himself sinking and gave a big shout

“Help! I’m stuck in the mud, someone get me out!”

He struggled and cried but still he sank

The mud was gross, oh how it stank!

Then came a voice, saying “Give me your hand,

and try not to struggle, you’re stuck in quicksand.”

Mort soon discovered that the friend he had gained

was the one kid from school he had always disdained.

He decided right there he would mend his ways

and stayed faithful and true to the end of his days.