She was talking to a special Lady
And asked if she had any friends
"Friends?", she asked with a smile.
"Oh, my yes. I have eleven in all.
Some thin, some big, some tall
And even one who's very very small."
"How can that be?" she asked,
"When I have only one."
With a great big smile she said,
"Why they're my children
Don't you know and that's the
Best kind of Friend of all."