Dear Scuba Star of the sun
I love that you own a gun
And you are so very indeed skilled
Was it that great to be endowed
With the light of the day
And the mark of the hay
And of course you are a bliss
It is always you that they want to kiss
And you are friends with the majority
But my party was a friendship you missed
As you offered a discussion on war
To the majors and the generals at a bar
And of course you were never that ill
But I never bet on your skill
To save the world and ace the hole
It was a bone you were grasping and never a home
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