by: Michael Bradford
A tale as old as time, that of the Oy and the Irl…..
They were two different groups.
And yet the same group of two.
They were all one big tribe.
Split by Pink and by Blue.
They were the Oy N Irl.
What the Irl had called beauty
the Oy thought was snooty,
When the Oy jumped and cheered
the Irl turned and jeered.
They were the Irl N Oy.
In the beginning and the end,
Without the end or beginning,
They looked to each other
To join and start winning.