Every year
When March gets here
This crazy group of four,
Goes up and down
The streets of town
Walking from store to store
We look for things
Like birthstone rings
Candles, antiques, and such
It’s kind of funny
When it comes to money
We really don’t spend that much
And when the bunch
Sits down for lunch
One rule is always clear
We must eat
Some place neat
Where we didn’t eat last year
We used to chat
Of this and that
Of rumors, clothes, and guys
Now we talk
As we shop and walk
Of dear old friendship ties
Of recipes tried
Classmates who died
The best ways to invest
The kids, the spouse
Of cleaning house
We hardly stop to rest
The weekend flies
We say goodbye
I’m always kind of blue
But also glad
For the time I had
With true friends like you
