Un-bearable
High and fierce was midday's sun,
Too hot to walk, too hot to run.
Once he'd lived in land of snow.
But on this island, where to go?
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The bandicoots, they could not see,
That he was sweating misery.
All he could do was lie about,
As he was roasted inside out.
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Oh with the tiger he'd confide,
These conditions, could not abide.
But the tiger only purred,
Not drenched in sweat was Pura's fur.
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So he was trapped, could not get free,
From this piece of land bordered by sea.
He would have to set this all to rights,
Far too long these days and nights.
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So when Cortex returned, he did join up,
With a baseball bat he knew his stuff.
Crash, he'd make that bugger pay,
And then he'd head off on his way.
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A polar bar, he sought the snow,
He knew where he had to go.
So now he readied for the fight,
The time had come to set things right.