MY THREE AND THEIR SIX
I got three tough kids and I raised them right through blackout storms and busted light
They built their lives from grit and glue and now the six wild boys run in bunker blue
Oh my three and they're six
They're a beautiful mix climbing walls and swinging sticks
Arlow leads with Hugo quick
Luke's laughing with a trick
Barrett's strong and Meadow's slick
Lupin's got that mischief kick
My bunker heart does little flips for my three, their six
We don't need toys or fancy screens just pots some rope and old latrine beans
One draws maps another roars and somebody's always locking doors
Oh my three say it loud and they're six what a crowd
They can turn a cave into a cloud
From the hatch to the yard they play fast
They play hard with a peanut shell and a burnout card
There's soot on their cheeks and sparks in their shoes
They dance to the hum of the Mass 7 blues
We may be in ruins but love still sticks with my three and their six
Yes my three and their six they're the light I pick
In a world gone strange they're the best trick
From dusk to dawn through thick and thin
They remind me what it means to win
So here's one more kiss on the bunker bricks
For my three
And their six
Love you all