One cold rainy night in November they sat
Three listened to One
Gazing intently and silent
As One's story rolled on
Gaining in pace and momentum
The tale abruptly ceased
As Five and Six entered and eagerly
Took up their seats
And eagerly took up their seats
A round of beers later
Two and Three joined in
Started reminiscing
Seven downed his gin
It didn't take long, One carried on
Quickly resuming his pace
Things were getting lively
When in walked Number Eight
When in walked Number Eight
Silence fell upon the group
Events started to change
Seven leapt up out of his seat
And hopelessly tried to explain
"I've only just got here" well that much was true
He didn't attempt to convey
One had been waiting here only for him
While Eight was locked out in the rain
Ohhh
While Eight was locked out in the rain
Things could progress in several ways
Couldn't decide which one I'd back
But the one that One couldn't have done
It was the one that trailed in last
Sound from the door introduced Number Four
One's eyes could hardly comprehend
Two and Three shared a whisper and stared
At the fate befalling their friend
Four glared at Eight with contempt and hate
And Seven rose again to his feet
Five grabbed an arm, Number Four was alarmed
Six simply started to weep
Three and Two made excuses and flew
Through the door that Four left ajar
And no one saw One reaching out
Because no one cared anymore