Chris O'Liss was the name
Of a grubby little tyke
Who always knew that one day he'd
Be somebody I'd like.
He stayed in bed all day long
With curtains fully drawn,
Dreaming of the way he'd look
In the clothes he'd never worn.
And then at last his moment came:
He emerged one sunny day
And fluttered by as a butterfly
And took my breath away.
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