Together we laughed, we cried, we played. We danced! And we drank, much more than you. We knew all the fine people too.
We tasted joys and pains, early springs and rains. We mourned lost lives, so fragile, more often than you.
Our time did come to an end. We are gone now, that’s true. Of all we felt remains a plated memory once in these hands, for you.
Ah, but what a fine time we had, what a fine time. We made it through! Say, will we meet again, at the call of a baby’s coo?