Hey. This is a poem for Calvin And Hobbes. I do not own Calvin And Hobbes
neither "Killing Me Softly"
Strumming my pain with his finger,
taking all of my dues.
Oh I knew that Calvin,
so I read him for a while.
Hoping he would start again soon,
Calvin And Hobbes, they rate on a scale from 1 to 10 an a thousand.

Calvin And Hobbes, they threw water ballons,
made clay, and other stuff. (A/N: I know this doesn't rhyme, but please
cope.)
Hobbes liked smocks.
Calvin wanted the world to be to his fancy.
Lalalala.
Lalalala.
Lalalala.
Lalalala.
Lalalala.
Weird isn't it? Hope you enjoyed!