Bark's Bite
The polar bear, he walks around,
On top of ice that counts as ground.
A revelation, not profound,
To hear the clank of metal sound.
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A row of badniks, all in line,
Just as many as last time.
Robotnik still commits his crimes,
Destroys all that's good and sublime.
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He gave that emerald stone to go,
The rock that caused him so much woe.
To hedgehog, with sneakered toes,
Since then, to north come badnik flows.
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But he's Bark, and has a bite,
Won't shrink away from coming fight.
Be it day or be it night,
He'll put Robotnik's wrongs to right.
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So Bark, he charges over ice,
To badniks, none of which look nice.
For this land he'll pay any price,
Just hopes he strength and will suffice.