Did you know I had a friend, A lovely, lovely little friend. Did you know I had a friend, Who was just a clone? I met him when he saved my life. When he saved my life, there was so much strife. I met him when he saved my life But he was just a clone. He had the same face As all his other friends. He had the same voice And I did not know when He would return and give me his face. Because, I had no face of my own. I needed, yes, a good clone face For I had no face of my own. And that good clone, oh yes, That good, good clone, He had some faces to spare. Because he collected the faces And sometimes the heads Of his fallen friends When they wound up dead. The faces came right off, Because he used a special knife. He just cut their heads right off And he kept their faces nice, Safe and sound in jars like that. Sometimes mounted on plaques And other things like that. So he has all these faces And he does not do Fancy things with them Because, like I said They’re just like his own face Captured and perhaps grotesque They’re just like his own face. So, I think he might give me one, So, I said: Please give me a face, Because I lost mine When those evil people stormed here and sliced me. Please give me a face. I know you have more And I just need a nose or two. Please, please, you’ve such a pretty face, And I know you’ve lots to spare. The war cost me my only face, And I’d like to use one of yours. I’d like to use one of yours.