The tall one they called Harry.
The old one’s name was Al.
The middle one was Maurie,
You could see they were all pals.
The grey one had a simple mind
That only thought one thing.
Come sit on my knee little girl,
I’ll show you who is king.
Harry was a quiet man
Whose words always rang true.
He had kind and thoughtful eyes
That helped when you felt blue.
Maurie like to play with whips.
He would try to have a crack.
When the girls would turn him down,
He’d go inside his shack.
All in all they were nice men
With tales from far and wide,
But listening to them all night longnearly made me cry!