He is a fragile and an irresponsible crybaby
Waved too much with white flags maybe?
Eats a lot of pasta and pizza
How does he manage to run like a cheetah?
His eyes he chooses to close
Why it's so no one knows
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He is so stern and big
Were friends with a twig
Shows to be rough and tough
Relaxes when he has had enough
Ice blues and hair of wheat
Likes to keep it clean and neet
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From him, there is rarely a laugh or smile
Remember, he was isolated for awhile
So calm, once or twice drinking tea
Watches the moon and the cherry tree
Not fond of kisses or hugs
At least he is proper and don't do drugs