Marching ready and able,
The young man left the table.
He had seen it at first light,
and he could not ignore its plight.
In his hand he held a sword,
Destined to find the hidden hoarde.
When he was just a little tike,
He was brave, charming and easy to like.
Outbound for the park,
He would see it one last turn before his world turned dark.
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