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