When I was a boy of ten,
I had a very best friend.
Ed was kind, with good intent...
but just a little different.
We played tag, he'd get hurt.
I played 'soldier', he'd eat dirt.
I like math and the spelling bee,
Ed liked talking to a tree.
I ran track and hung out in malls,
Ed ran head first into walls.
I had girls and lots of clothes...
Ed had names for all his toes.
One day talking to special ed,
he grabbed a brick
and he swung at my head.
As he laughed at me, that's when I knew
that special Ed just made me special too.
Now I laugh as I count bugs.
I give strangers great big hugs.
Next to me, Ed is fine...
Yeah, he's lik