I've read around and I hear you say,
That today is Opuss's happiness day.
I fished around, and found my smile,
I don't wear it very often, it ain't my style.
After that, I searched my brain,
Past the fear and past the pain,
For the little safe in the back of my head,
That contained the happiness I'd thought was dead.
I shook it around and dust flew around,
Then reached inside, without a sound.
I pulled out a bag full of milky white goo,
(happy people, that's what fills you).
I infused my body with it quick, (why wait?),
Though I think it may have been out of date.
I didn't work and my mind is still blank,
For that I have only myself to thank.
I'd locked it away for far too long,
And now my happiness has gone wrong.
I'm sure I'll think of something, however,
My teddies and I'll have to work together.
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