Three Best Friends

Three young boys, all best friends.
Johnny eight, Jackie nine and Danny ten
Each day, we would dream and play
We swore things would never change
People, places and things would remain the same

We were Robin Hood and his Merry Men
Riders of the Pony Express, Cowboys of the West
Tarzan's of the jungle, Pilot's of the sky
We could be anything we wanted
Until sun went down, and we said our good-bys

Seasons rolled by, we slowly became young men
We were still best friends, we just grew up
People, places and things did change
We went our separate ways
We promised not to say any good-bys

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