There were two friends,
friends of gems,
there were no qurrals,
with no type of morals.
friends from grade, never to have split in tie,
even though they fought; which did a magic dead lock,
brought them together again.
pains they took,
while others looked.
sadness they share, while others did not bear.
fruits of labour they shared, while the roots, 'the they' destroy.
two with lifestyle, non with hairstyle.
one hits the other, the other hits one,
from then they are tightened like the two barrels of the gun.
one laughs, the other cries, that's how they share the tree of their lives.
one day, inbetween them a girl came, which split their name and fame.
Oh! fights all the way,
till the crack of the day.
they were never at peace, to see each others prece.
no time to talk to each other, no thime to walk with each other;
oh! how heart breaking it was.
they never ate with each other, they never played with each other,
they never helped each other,
but one fine day,
they said sorry to each others hay.
and they became friends all over again.