Okay, thanks guys, editted. It was meant to be 'add'. Sorry, bad mistake. Thanks for your reviews.
Five Boys and their Manager
Five boys and their manager,
Don't know why the world can't be,
All about them,
And all run by them
Five boys and their manager,
Are irritating pricks that lie in wait,
And tangle together,
And yeild sour grapes
Five boys, their manager and their Grade 7 Class,
Know how to stick together,
Like melting sour jelly babies
Five boys and their manager,
Add brown to the rainbow,
Live off mountain air,
And spring morning's sweet, sweet waving hair,
Brushes icy into their grinning faces,
Before sending them off to school in a gale
Five boys and their manager,
Are actually seven.
Will always be seven.
'Cause seven means completion.
There are seven days in the week.
And seven days to make the world.
And seven boys out of five boys, and their manager.
