On the 29th of March, on a square called Pullman
People exited the theater in throng.
"What does it mean?" she asked her Dad
He gave a smile instead of an answer,
For fear his answer would be wrong.
a woman said, with a smile.
"That loved the Who like a brother."
Each could be right, I suppose
Only the good Dr. knows all.
Despite the opinions that each of us have
There's one single truth to be heard.
"A person's a person, no matter how small."