Clancy O’Donnell was a sad little one
His life lacked of friendship, it lacked of fun.

Picked on and taunted by neighborhood lads
He endlessly searched for a reason, alas…

The harder he tried, the worse it became
Clancy’s conclusion, he alone was to blame.

They must be right, he was useless and strange
He didn’t deserve friendship, they had nothing to gain.

Filled with sadness, filled with grief
Clancy prayed harder for some relief.

Pray as he may, pray as he might
His troubles continued until one special night…

Just when he felt it was time to give up
Clancy discovered a shinny gold cup.

It contained a liquid filled with magical potions
That promised the drinker undying devotion.

Clancy drank greedily, anticipating a solution
But instead discovered a message
Giving him absolution…

Engraved at the bottom, the words rang out true
Be yourself, you are special,
And God will always love you.