Twelve Little Urchins, [[All From Detroit,) tponetom

[tponetom]

Twelve Little Urchins,
[[All from Detroit.)


Twelve little Urchins, learning about Heaven,
One flunked the test, and then there were Eleven.


Eleven little Urchins, growing up like men,
One fell down, and then there were Ten.


Ten little Urchins, began to shine,
One grimaced , and then there were Nine.


Nine little Urchins, looking for a Mate,
One got lost, and then there were Eight.


Eight little Urchins, preparing their Leaven,
One went flat, and then there were Seven.


Seven little Urchins, playing their tricks,
One messed up, and then there were Six.


Six little Urchins, talking a lot of jive,
One bit his tongue, and then there were Five.


Five little Urchins, each doing a chore,
One rebelled and then there were Four.


Four little Urchins, cutting down a tree,
A Widow-maker fell, and then there were Three.


Three little Urchins, tried not to rue,
One gave up, and then there were two.


So Mike and Tom were left alone,
They noticed the setting sun.
They agreed that being King of the Hill
Would not be any fun.


To pass alone, without a friend to mourn,
And scatter the ashes where we were born,
And to take a wee drop of the juice that we favor,
And just remember the times, that we all savored.

[gazhekwe]

Tom, you have my sympathy for all those losses in your group of friends. Living each day, there are more and more souls moving on the older we get. The saving grace is that as long as someone remembers them and introduces them to others, they live on in spirit. <3

[Bobl]

I thought about this as we passed Canton, on the way to the Jazz Festival yesterday. Every time I pass that street, thoughts of my dad growing up there come to mind. I know you lived there for a while, a decade or so later. Your posts bring memories of conversations with dad. Thank you, sir.