I was flying along,
Singing my song,
When these two little kids did me wrong.
They were laughing you see,
Making fun of the "cute chik-a-dee."
And they hurt my feelings pretty thoroughly.
I just want to get along,
And sing a song,
I don't need someone doing me wrong.
So I said "Hey you kids!"
"Why don't you stop telling fibs."
"It's not nice to do what you did."
And they looked pretty sad,
They said sorry that they were bad.
And now we're cool, so I'm glad.
I'm glad I stood up and said what I did.
And I'm proud of those kids.
It's easy to be mean,
But being nice is supreme.