My grandpa sat me down one day and said “My Dear it’s Time”
“It’s Time to tell you all about the old foolish Nine.”
“The foolish Nine, alas, such a tragedy.
But I’m sure thankful it didn’t happen to me.”
“The foolish Nine were nine old men who decided to go out west
But halfway there they stopped for lunch an’ started arguin’ ‘bout what tastes best.
Now these old men where ornery, as ornery as some mules.
So these old men kept arguin’ a long way past noon.
They kept up this disagreement till the sun was gone,