There used to be four of them,
Now there is only two.
The genius is gone,
The pooch is gone too.
She's written her message,
On the deck in red ink.
She's off looking for something,
While into misery the other two sink.
Two isn't much of a crew.
What are they supposed to do?
The gambler is gone,
Looking for home.
She sits there now,
By herself, all alone.
The final two are very morose.
They never thought they'd miss,
Faye's little boasts.
They hadn't thought Edward,
Had gotten so close.
Ein's barking was also held dear.
They hadn't ever thought that'd be a sound,
That they wanted to hear.
What will they do?
This pitiful crew?
They think two's a sad number….but then, wouldn't you?