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.