There was once a man named joes2
One day he just vanished, he said he was off to the loo.
And, as if by magic joes3 appeared like a babe from a stalk,
No one knows what happened to joes3, we think he went for a walk.
Now we have joes4, we hope he is here to stay
But who knows, he might just one day
Decide to get up and walk away.
Stay. joes4, I cant imagine my life without you in it each day.
We know joes4 is not a java weenie,
But we all imagine you sitting there in your beanie.
You are the distributor of a fine t-shirt,
I just need to keep mine free of dirt.
