They are a raffish crew,
One guy cries, "Woo, woo!"
One is coarse and snide,
One: coarse hair on sides,
All are getting pied.

One sometimes is unkind,
Almost makes buds blind,
When they arouse his ire
He shrieks angry cries--
Pokes them in the eyes.

Then he slaps them and crazily laughs. . .
Strange form of brotherly love.
Tries to stay, frizzed one, above the fray
But he soon gets a shove.

I laugh and split my sides
At all three astride
A horse, sat the wrong way,
I laugh so hard I cry,
Tears roll from my eyes.

Mope? Nope! Moe pokes eyes.