chrislikewhoa

So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
ANd then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings
and spun him about.
That boy sprang up
and began to shout,
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face
they're alive!"
And she would cry, "Liar, liar!
What have I done?
You're no lover, and I'm no fighter."