YOU ARE THERE

You are there for our help

But there’s a tiny nerve

You are there at the blow 

But there’s a feel of sore

At the dusk you foster us

But we be a hoggish mean

There aren’t no way you exodus

But we be a breezy being

Cubs don’t get it anyway

Cause they have a cloaky take 

Being with the beloved ones

Gives a lump of gaiety