Why is it that every time I have to speak
The words dribble about of my mouth like a worm from a beak?
My brain just decides “why don’t I screw him over?”
I am about as lucky as a leafless clover
But the adrenaline that you get from the people
There is no feeling like that in the world that is equal
The fun of life is the ride itself
The story about the elf on the shelf
The bumps and bruises you get on the way
The thought of knowing that you’ll be ok
Although I might freeze in front of a crowd
After you're done you will feel proud
So before you send off a scary thought
You will always remember the experience you got.