A poem by Mr. Wild Dingo
Dauntless flew young scarecrow blue
Unfettered he, from sac set free
Fearless into trouble’s jaws
While wild scrambled monster’s paws
Beauty’s yellow eyes not pleased
O’er that which trouble’s jaws hath seized
Tattered now brave hero’s breast
Soon be he empty, soon he’ll rest
Of whitest mettle thus freed
And brave end, sadly be decreed
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