If its brown its wood,
if its green its good;
you can take it, you can break it,
you can pudding and pie,
you can lie in bed all day
and watch your life pass by.
Pt. 2
The Kirrujong of Carrapace
was disgraced upon his face,
but the man forever in black
could never bravely attack.
So begone his broken gun,
all together his hope had run.
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