So close we are, you’d think we really were,

Pee-wee like me has a great amount of fur,

Edvark on the other hand is Spanish to the core,

Not one of us can be called by another a bore…

Still as a family we are not,

Differences still do between us abound,

PW & me we both smoke, he the cancer sticks, me the pot,

Our relationship has yet to falter, never will it run aground,

Edvark is the eldest & richest, maybe one day he’ll buy us a yacht…

So we three brothers of Ed,

Are bound to each other till dead,

Then into heaven we won’t be allowed,

For partying & drinking Coors & being loud,

Is not what God wants in his garden of EDen,

So throughout eternity we will together wander,

Of our good deeds you will hear and,

Of our good karma we won’t squander…

© ed 6/11/09