There’s nothing wrong with my boy, you hear me?
I don’t appreciate the things you say
My teeth are bared as you can plainly see
So you’d be best getting out of our way
You’re not laying a finger on my boy
He’s my flesh and blood. To which I will dote
Yes, be it known that he’s my pride and joy
Mess with him and I’ll rip out your throat
He may be blind but one day he will dare
He may be helpless but he’s far from mild
He may be lame but he swipes like bear
And all that matters is he’s my child
I won’t let you within a foot of him
This is our world where you don’t belong in
19th February 2005
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