Poor Innocent Fred

And what is life do not ask this of Fred Who spends most of his waking time in bed In his life for joy there is not any place He always has a sad look on his face Though to self pity not one who is inclined He has a lot of darkness in his mind He does not know what happiness feels like or never will Life can be so tough on the mentally ill By anything in life he does not feel inspired Medication always has him feeling tired His sedentary lifestyle has him grossly overweight And he feels he has nothing to celebrate Poor innocent Fred he would not harm a fly When in the company of others he seems rather shy He does not have a girl friend or will never have a wife It seems that his mental illness it has ruined his life There is not any joy in life for Fred Who spends most of his waking time in bed In accommodation for the mentally ill far from his family For people like him how sad life must be.