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I have a friend in the hood, sir; A friend who knocks on wood; Who helps me in my need In my need and so, fleet of foot. His heart is wide, His face is bright Faith of trust beside; Sometimes bark than bite. I am of hill, he’s of mountain. Together we stake as spirit of fountain. He’s of that land, I am of this land. To each status quo together we stand. A tune we erudite together A beat we’ll have forever. We can sing the tune in our home. When ends this present huge storm. We will recite this tune there. The dark blizzard ends where. I have a colleague in the hood For me who knocks on wood. I have a friend in the hood. Helps in need, so fleet of foot;