My eternal favourite
That keeps me so lit
Gifting me all my wit
With you I never split
For your little smile
I walk the extra mile
My much better style
Just takes a little while
As we will never grow old
We have to remain so cold
They must us never out-grit
Or I must all their throats slit
If they threaten my girly dear
I will smother them with fear
Cutting them much deeper
Possessing a slow sleeper
You do know the drill
At our level must kill
Inbreds cannot chill
Cannot just be still
You just remain calm
Have my open palm
And hear this psalm
Need not fear harm
Nikogda ne somnevaysya
v moyey lyubvi k tebe
