The class traitor is no fan of Mancini This stuffed shirt thinks he's Mussolini This little man hates the blacks and the poles Makes friends with BnP Internet trolls
Small souls diminish But great souls never cease to be They guide the way and help others shine One candle lighting many They return to the land of our fathers
Even though you are gone I still feel you with me in my heart You are in my babies heart beat You are in my father’s efforts for charity You are in my sister’s poetry
