A 'caution, weirdoes!'

Sign on the door

They are a little weird

The ones who sit on desks and

OMG, Lol, ROFL

About the latest bands

And use their phones

I don't know what else they do

They are a little weird

The ones who throw bottles of juice

And put stickers on people

Without them knowing

I don't know what else they do

They are a little weird

These friends of ours

Always part of our madness

Or else we are part of theirs

Who poke and prod and punch

And laugh and joke and go mad

But we laugh up staircases

And talk about our stories

Sitting on the radiator

And meet up and pretend to be mushrooms

And go down my zip wire

With your cuddly toys on our heads

And put 'caution, weirdoes'

Signs on doors.