Quiet Kid, Wild Kid

Today I spoke to the "Quiet Kid." Found out he doesn't like his voice. Said he should talk more cause I did. To be honest, it sounds like an angel. Not that I'd ever tell him.

I wonder tons about him, Like if he likes the rain. Maybe soon I'll ask him, Unless he tells me to go away.

Quiet boy has fluffy hair, So I'd really love to see If I can get him to let me touch it, Or if he'll get sick of me.

See, I'm the "Wild Kid" Who all the students know, But that's not really true, cause if they did They'd know my smile's just for show.

So Quiet Kid, I'm Wild Kid And I'd love to be your bud. But if you say "Leave me alone" I'll do exactly what I'm told.