Connected, Body and Soul

I don't like him. He's just not nice Oh, really? Not your cup of spice? What did he do that was so bad? He told me I have a mean old dad So I told him to scram, to go away But before he did, he had more to say O.K. I hear you. That man sure was mean Yet blowing him off will not solve a thing We and our fellows are connected body and soul If a limb needs repair, that's our shared goal So, tell him his words hurt you, but you don't want to fight You just wish he'd see your dad in a new light Help this man, befriend him, 'til his soul once again is right Then he too will love your dad, thanks to your care and insight