I hear him laugh again and again.
It must be him, his cartoon friend.
Not too soft, not too loud,
Not too mean, not too proud.
He keeps him company again.
He's happy about his cartoon friend.
He does judge, he doesnt talk,
He only laughs and likes to walk.
He likes to jump, and likes to slide.
Or jump in the oceans tide.
He really loves to play with him.
They both like when the lights are dim.
So now he's tired, say 'goodnight'.
'Goodnight' he said with such delight.
He looked at me and he said, 'bed'.
So that is where I laid my head.
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