You hear the sound
Of an iron door
It is Bamboo
The mighty pepper!
He came along
And stayed the night
He told us tales of what happened out where
The strangers walk in a straight line
Though they feel fine – they are so careful when they drink their wine!
He went there often
And when he came home
He unwound with a lake of liquor
And although he wears a mask
Of some imagined bravery
He brags about the foes he's fought
His head is big, his brain is NOT!!
You hear the sound
Of a thunderbolt
It is Bamboo
The mighty pepper!
His lights are dim
His muscles big
He is a man but he acts like a pig
Inside his head
He hears ideas
Like throwing punches
Results in seeing onomotopoeias
The women love him – so he imagines
And so he drinks so he'll keep dreaming
And although he wears a cape
And his spandex rides too high
The crowd can't help but stare in awe
As he soars up in the SKY!!!!