Fly Mr. Tweetums,
Far away from Melvin's hugs,
Marik will love you.
Oh, Mr. Tweetums,
Your the best friend he ever had.
Until he forgot you.
He battled for you.
But your memory was lost.
He will still miss you.
Oh Mr. Tweetums
This poem is really lame.
But it is for you.
Sweet Mr. Tweetums,
enjoy this english project.
a poem just for you.
Oh Mr. Tweetums,
If he gets a F on this.
He just may kill you.
He doesn't mean that.
The teacher will die instead.
It will take a hug.
Why Mr. Tweetums,
Must he write this evil poem?
For Mr. Tweetums.
Then He said,
But soft, what light from yonder window breaks?
It's Mr. Tweetums
That was a lame line.
You can't beat my brooklyn Rage
This doesn't make sence.
Kaiba will buy you.
Because he has the money.
Marik will miss you.
Come Mr. Tweetums
Marik will love you always
Oh Mr. Tweetums
Ode to a small bird.
It is not even an Ode.
But we call it that.
This class is so dull.
He wishes to sleep now.
Or kill the Pharaoh.
When will the bell ring?
Make it ring Mr. Tweetums.
Please make it ring now.
