What I didn't like about him   Was the way he smelled   Or the clothes his mother made him wear   Or his stupid curly hair      Or that mistake that he made on his first school day   From that day on   His unpopularity was unremittingly relentless   For him school became the armpit of the universe      We were never friends   So when he invited me to his birthday   I thought his parents were probably behind this invitation   Forcing him to invite the whole classroom   We played hide and seek!      And even though this was his own party   We declared that the rules clearly stated   That he was ineligible for the game   He carried on without listening to a word      So there was some justice when he fell down the hole   Into which he had been lured   He banged his head   He also twisted his ankle which must've really hurt   My mum and dad had a few harsh words to say about that!      I suppose you could say it was some kind of man-trap   The hole, covered by ferns   And a friendly slap on the...   BACK!      When I think about it now   I realise I was just lost in a game   I could see that I was lost in a game   We played hide and seek   And one could see that I was lost in a game   I was lost in a game