If I appear peculiar, There's nothing I can do, You must accept me as I am, As I've accepted you.

  God made a casting of each life, Then threw the mold away, Each child is different from the rest, Unlike as night from day.

  So often we will criticize, The things that others do, But, do you know, they do not think, The same as me and you.

  So God in all his wisdom, Who knows us all by name, He didn't want us to be bored, That's why we're not the same.