The Free Three
Now that I remember, let me
Tell you a story of a group of three.
Good friends they were,
Who enjoyed it all, if only it was for free.
Hung out with some, waved along to most, but failed to befriend any.
One blamed it on other, and they other on another, they never chipped in a penny.
Together always they came with a smile, and together they always walked
When they hung out with some and waved along to most, the true reasons were never talked.
Day after day, and week after week, they came, cherished and smiled with glee
Till one fine day, when everyone got robbed except for our ‘free three’.
The streets were scanned and choppers were shot, but they bothered no clue,
And although one is dead, other hanged, I know the third is you.