Now Jim, he was a happy lad with a friend no one could see.
He’d run and laugh and chase with him around his favourite tree
His Mum and Dad and teachers all thought him rather odd.
As when they asked with whom he played, he said ‘I play with God !’
One day when he was playing, a bad man grabbed his arm
“Little lad, you’ll come with me. I’ll not do you any harm”
‘No! No! sir I’ll not come with you, just leave me here to play’
The bad man started dragging him so Jim began to pray
The bad man gave a sudden gasp and fell down to the ground
No matter what they did with him they couldn’t bring him round
So his Mum and Dad and teachers no longer thought him odd
And nor should you dear reader when you have a friend like God !