Don't stare, children, It's rude to stare
Even if they have purple hair
Look at the floor, or sky, or tree
In your mirror, or book, or me
Don't stare, children, it's rude to stare
Though they are nude, have six foot hair
Pretend you neither see nor care
Ignoring them, just talk to me
If they look odd, their words absurd
Just act as though you never heard
Do not let the outside affect
With things you don't need to inspect
Act like you did not hear nor see
Do not react, nor disagree
Just concentrate when you're with me
They're free to be how they must be
Don't look nor hear bad things they say
Just hope and pray they'll go away
Just act as if they are not there
Don't share but have a happy day.
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