For as I lay crying, alone in the dark I sat and I thought about what I once thought I had this one dream in a long ago time it was a dream about my face in a pie. I love to eat pie and it is one of my fav- orate things to do with my face on a cool day I like to stuff my face with chocolate pie and pumpkin pie And sometimes I get crazy and eat mincemeat. I like to dance and sing and play around all the day but sometimes think about that long ago time when I cried and cried and I bawled in my tears then I fed them to the weevil and he granted my fears. Now I am oh so happy, the weevil is Fred He is my friendly Fred and he lives in my head. Oh, I love my Freddy. Weevil is not mean. He is nice. He is friendly. He is not all obscene. And once upon a time I wanted to eat more saucy food and pull out my hair and bathe in the nude. But now I don't do any of those crazy things. I just sit here with my weevil and I sing all the day. I am oh, so happy and my weevil is nice. His name is Fred and he thinks that I am alright. Oh, I love my friend Fred. He is a weevil friend and if you had one you would think it should never end.