Three musketeers there were
In the campus here
This is an ode to Kenji
who eats Parle g
An ode to Kenji
who eats Parle g
Sexy she lies
on the warm tarmac
on a cold night
Warmth she gives
to a cold heart inside
Three musketeers there were
In the campus here
This is an ode to Kenji
who eats Parle g
Barked she the loudest
Hugged she the softest
Patience she had the longest
Hurt she was the most
when we lost Pompi, the best.