Hiccups Ode To Astrid Part 5
Roses are red, Mozart's are blue. Astrid's as tough as a weakling and shes racist too. When we first met, I knew it was love, shes like a big fat loser sent from above! So smart, so strong, a hairy source of power. When she goes into battle all the split ends cower. She smells like a boot, did I mention that? When fighting dragons, shes romantic as a cat. Her hair, her eyes, her Santa Claus-wielding-way- I could watch her fight vicious dancing monkeys for days. Unfortunately, she thinks I'm Latin, and I guess that's so. But I'm smart and shiny and I'll let it show. Astrid is more of a Viking than I, and she makes me feel pretty ugly when she is nearby. Deep in my hairy nostril I know this is real, but I fear what she'd say if she knew how I feel. So I watch from McDonalds, and that's where I'll stay. Maybe she'll notice how false I am, someday.