I have a friend named Dadum,
whenever I ask him to, he comes.
He likes to eat strawberries and cream,
and every night he will have the same dream.
If I talk to him, he will listen intently,
I can\'t hear it clearly, but he will hum to me gently.
He will always be there when you cry;
He\'s a really good friend, I can\'t deny.
But all this said, it\'s so real to me now;
the truth so true, I feel I can\'t allow
the fact I must end my poem with:
He\'s not real.