Seymour Guado is a poncho
Not the pretty red kind of poncho
An ugly yellow poncho.
Kimahri the Ronso spotted him, the poncho
And put him on in the rain to not get wet,
As being a Ronso, they wear ponchos.
Seymour Guado was happy as a poncho,
Before he teared apon the Ronso
And the Kimahri Ronso wasn't happy with Guado Poncho
So he threw him with the rest of the discarded ponchos.
Seymour wasn't happy as a poncho anymore,
So he turned normal and went out the door.
The Ronsos were pretty mad,
When Seymour left really bad.
Too bad, the elders knew how to repair ponchos
For their younger Ronsos.
Not the pretty red kind of poncho
An ugly yellow poncho.
Kimahri the Ronso spotted him, the poncho
And put him on in the rain to not get wet,
As being a Ronso, they wear ponchos.
Seymour Guado was happy as a poncho,
Before he teared apon the Ronso
And the Kimahri Ronso wasn't happy with Guado Poncho
So he threw him with the rest of the discarded ponchos.
Seymour wasn't happy as a poncho anymore,
So he turned normal and went out the door.
The Ronsos were pretty mad,
When Seymour left really bad.
Too bad, the elders knew how to repair ponchos
For their younger Ronsos.
