There's a little group of people
In a small part of this town,
And every now and then they will
Invite each other round.
They sit around and chat a bit
Exchanging words and thoughts,
Then take their pens and write some shit
To send to Mike of course.
For Mike they have a fondness;
This I think that he should know.
And when and night they're writing shite
They know he loves them so.