Found half a bottle of Grenadine
In the back of the cabinet today.
Lonely bottle…Lonely me.
The boys who loved Shirley Temples left,
And are never coming back.
For they’ve all grown up and gone so far away.
Sad to remember, they loved you so,
Mixed with Seven Up or Sprite.
You and I will never see them again…
They have marched into the Night.
How the time flies!
It doesn’t last!
Tho’ we thought it would last forever…