My mad dash shows
I'm not all lost fat:
Cause I've still got
think = sprint on tap
Easy as paper to catch
with a flame. I'm burning
up the terrain. The grass
path is now ash and I'm
still in loping dash. It's easy --
as easy and fast as thinking
the worst; I've got inside
a sort of kinetic burst
of potential that can go
from floppy to fab faster
than any ab, or other bit
that might come to mind.
Who knew what power
lies in the behind? You
Gotta! try it sometime.