There is a hint of change in the air,
a difference that you and I share;
something isn’t there.
It isn’t here, it isn’t there,
it isn’t in the air,
but you and I were once a pair.
Once one, now two,
and two’s too few,
fewer than one.
Two ones; no fun.
It’s hard to say, “The fun is done,”
but what I say to you is true.
Tale Told 