battle ohhh yeeaahhhh
Hello new friend, my name is Rane
the words you hear are in my brain
I say again my name is Rane
and I've been very naughty
And now I have a tale to tell
This tale, it swells, oh all too well
a sordid skill on which we dwell
when I was a little naughty
Aha, the house of dear Robcham
and being the sort of friend I am
I stopped on by, no glitz or glam
I felt I should be naughty
Oh sleeping Rob in dreamland still
as dainty as a daffodil
at times like this it strains my will
and often I am naughty
Oh mister rabbit dream your dream
and don't wake up, don't cry or scream
it's not to often, so it seems
that I chance to be naughty
Recall when I first felt this way
a sunny spring in March or May
and oh, such screams were heard that day
the first time I was naughty
my first, his skin so sweet and blue
a gentle hexing, vexing hue
they never found a hint or clue
oh who could be so naughty
The second time was better still
another time to hone my skill
a green silk scarf and smile until
I had to get quite naughty
And so the days go by so fast
the future drains into the past
and finally, and so at last
I got to be so naughty
A little cut, a little slice
A little love, a little vice
the craftsmanship, it does entice
me to be quite naughty
The boys in blue do go too far
they haul me off to iron bar
you must forgive me if I mar
so quick and oh so naughty
oh woe the prose, it does go on
my speedy skill, first here, now gone
much better than a hair salon
forgive me, I was naughty
With love
Rane
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