Ode To Our Playmates
Where are our playmates of yesterday
The kids that we knew at school?
Whatever became of that bully kid
And the one we all called ‘The Fool? ’
That quiet girl who would burst into tears
Every-time that we shouted out ‘BOO! ’
And the loudmouthed one called Billy McCain
And the poor little lad with no shoes?
I’ll never forget that the prettiest of all