I’m just a guy
Climbing a tree.
This land of loners
Was made for me.
Don’t ask
How I got here
And don’t send
Rescue party near.
I’ll fly my flag
And text a princess
To invite her to the ball
In a sparkly dress.
Although I foresee
My downfall is narcolepsy
I won’t make it to the ball
But I’ll sleep in a tree.
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