poem by a 4th grader trapped in a jj's body

i got friends, like paul and pete
they say things that are real neat
pete says paul
should get a call
once or twice a week.

i got moms like black and white
they say things that are so right
mom taught me
not to worry
'cause that's all it will be.

i got thoughts that turn my head
ride my bike, or make my bed?
just to know
that moving slow
makes you cool, you see?

i got self-respect, yeah!
and boy, does it feel nice!
i can do the things i want
and take my own advice!

i got respect, for you too!
i like the things we have to do.
they make the world go round and round.
they make the truth more true.