
It was very queer,
That a pal who was dear;
Met with the same fate
As I did at an earlier date.
He looked so pale,
And he had a tale;
That proved his innocence
And made great sense.
Alas! I have spent years,
With very little cheers;
But he’s such a poor bloke
Who looked so broke.
His fate was similar
To mine which was bitter;
That I spent very few days
Not soaking my eyelids.
Here was my good friend,
Whose worries had no end;
That it was my duty
To assist him duly.
But still it seemed queer,
That a pal who’s still so dear;
Met with the same fate
As I did at an earlier date.
