Of shopping and cashews,
Of carrots and cold flus,
Of camping and chlorine,
Of gossip and vaccine,
O the things that I hate.

Of volleyball and breezes,
Of warmth and sneezes,
Of reading and soft socks,
Of Jesus and dreadlocks,
O the things that I love.

Of seafood and teasing,
Of big dogs and freezing,
Of math and competing,
Of beer and repeating,
O the things that I hate.

Of silver and green,
Of swinging and clean,
Of writing and rhyme schemes,
Of cookie dough and sweet dreams,
O the things that I love.

Of swimming and dry skin,
Of foul words and all sin,
Of peanut butter and attention,
Of hateful fighting and pretension,
O the things that I hate.

Of raspberry and teas,
Of books and goatees,
Of guidelines and dance,
Of cats and sweatpants,
O the things that I love.

Of typing and show offs,
Of pumpkins and loud coughs,
Of cooked yams and boys,
Of eggnog and noise,
O the things that I hate.

Of sneakers and chocolate milk,
Of sneakers and soft silk,
Of family and close friends,
Of tacos and weekends,
O the things that I love.