I once knew a man
Who could withstand
Anything thrown his way
With a sift sway
And the glint of teeth
I should’ve known, what was underneath
Was the battle too rough?
I thought he was tough!
This world is in need
Of a hero indeed
So I rise from the ash
And pick up a stache
So that someone will speak of me
And my battles at sea
If I have found
A trip to the ground
Cast your bid
On my kid