They come, they go,
Little do they know.
I am a tiny little speck,
In this great big wreck.
They come, they go,
Like water they flow.
I am next to a crumb,
All my senses are numb.
They come, they go,
Rain or shine, storm or snow.
I keep standing still,
As if in a drill.
They come, they go,
When will they ever grow.
I lend a helping hand,
To my brothers in the marching band.
They come, they go,
Will they ever be able to show.
I for one would never say never,
Only if they knew that friends are forever.
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