ONe drew the plans,

one drummed the cans.

one FOUND HIS tan..

oh, damn!

HOW THE THREE BOYS COPED.

BUT, NO.. (gentle PAUSE)

don’t sit around and mope

because they chose what they wrote.

and one, chose to re-write his notes.

and for now there’s a new three.

for there’s hope.

will or

or won’t they?

find the telescope.