Little guy from the south
A fire burned inside of him, no doubt
His parents planted big seeds, soon they'll sprout
They will grow deep roots, with planned routes
Spitting fire from his mouth
That conversely ended the drought
The little guy grew big and harnessed clout
Day in and day out
His knowledge grew like an eagle scout
Conquering death, by viewing it as only a short time out
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