Once upon a fannyl
I meant a kid named Dannyl
He was undereducated as hell
So i thought I might ring his bell
With my swift words and actions over 100 years ago
the impact felt and endured and held tight to his ego
when I say hello the next time I meet him
he griefs to see me and attacks 'em all with the rage of a holy battle
hymn
the ignorance and doubt of the stupid shallamnite Dannyl
now illustrated to the world without a cloudt
You see you're a mark and top of 150 you may be
but you still can't kill little ole me.
so what you may lack
I promise you have I have intact
grow a set and talk then.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 552 AF.