Whenever Dad goes out to shop
He performs his routine skip and hop
I ask him why; he says, “Billy,
Everyone must sometimes act silly.”

Every child is an eevee
Normal type, cute and plain
Brimming with potential
Its evolution can attain

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Gone are the days when I used to smile
They’ve been replaced by periods of pain
The cheerful things after a while
Begin to decay and leave a stain

Why would you tell me how to live my life?
Did I stir up any trouble? Cause you any strife?
I mind my own sphere oh yes I do
Why wouldn’t you do the same too?

The meaning of life is ever-changing
As time for wisdom we keep exchanging
What it is today
Was not it yesterday
Life is indeed such a strange thing