We are many
sometimes few,

Depends which hour
that you view,

Fifty four hours
you must endure,

from six P M
to midnight for sure,

Friday we start
the night all revved,

but by Sunday
we're the walking dead.

Why do we play
this game of fate?

Where else is useless knowledge
worth praise
from your mate.

We have another life
we have another job,

from law enforcement
to wrecker BOB.

This diversity
does not matter,

we only need a brain
for the info it gathers.

We work together
as a team,

gaining points
it would seem,

from finding answers
in a book,

or in that brain
that's starting to cook.

We laugh and cry
we eat our treats,

sometimes we sigh
when the OZ speaks,

but when it's over
we know the joys

because our team is the

CHOIRBOYS!

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