The Little Tin Soldier

The Little Tin Soldier managed quite well with only one leg
His fortune and favor was not made to beg:
He accepted his condition and even her lack of his lack
He was a true soldier and not a Sad Sack
He hopped on his base with strength and with grace
Seeing in her his completion the smallest of hearts
Fused in the fire a whole without parts.
Let his story be a lesson unto me
I ain’t taking this shit at all gracefully…
Unless I remember that old story
And be less a monad and more a chip off the block of old glory.

And so take that you dirty rat
The sewer does not soil me.


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