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