My friend Issy
In the morning she feels dizzy
By midday she’s feeling fizzy
Who is it? Who can it be?
Only one, my friend Issy
At night she’s in a whizz
When she sleeps she loses her fizz
Who could it be? Haven’t you guessed?
It’s none other than my friend Iss.
Now it’s day and she’s in a tizz
At lunchtime here comes her friend Lizz
Maybe now you know her style
It only has to be Iss.
It’s night now, her hair’s gone frizzy
Yet again she’s made herself dizzy
Now do you know who it is?
It’s the one and only Issy!