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Way, way back in grammar school 
When I was young, I played the fool 
I didn't always follow rule 
I thought that I was somewhat cool
I've had a lot of friends back then 
And quite a few I'd grade a ten 
But I remember my friend named Ken 
Was beaten bad, way back when
When white was white, and black was black 
My colored friend thrown on his back 
By prejudice kids out of whack 
They wouldn't even cut him slack 
He was the only black kid in our town 
No wonder he walked with his head down 
His face wound often wear a frown 
He'd thought that he was the town clown 
But he was my friend none-the-less 
And for that I'd get in quite a mess 
The reasons why, well...can't you guess? 
I wasn't Ken, I must confess 

It was the other kids I've learned to know 
Who were the creeps and tried to show 
The odd-ball kid who wore a fro 
Their places were no places for him to go 
Until one day when I brought Ken to a party 
I brought Ken along for those creeps to see 
That Ken was just like you and me 
And by nights end they'd most agree 
We laughed and joked and had our fun 
And they got to know Ken one-on-one 
No more did Ken have to run 
For being chased when school was done 
After a while when years gone by 
I'd often think and wonder why 
All those creepy kids would try 
Their best to make my friend, Ken, cry 
Then just like that, the moment came 
I realized who was the blame 
It wasn't the creepy kid's faults game 
It was their creepy parents- what a shame

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