He is a superhero with great powers
When he sees wrong, his mood just sours
Following just every rule
step by step, that makes him drool
He likes to punish evil crimes
but also the little ones at times
He pursues little miss steps unforgiving
That's why he's feared by all the living
A Grandma crossing a small street
he handed a jay-walking receipt
Kindness is not his stronges suit
He's kicking bad children with his boot
In the name of justice, he fights wrong
the bad feelings he leaves, are very strong
No doubt that he was born to be a hero
But his understanding of greatness comes to zero
Thank god for everyone, his biggest joy
Is fighting Fake Doom that evil boy
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