There once was a bishy named Vince
Lost Lucrecia and hasn't loved since.
Which breaks the girls' hearts
(Those evil young tarts)
But he claims it's his only defense.
Now you and I know that's just wrong
He could love again, it's been so long!
But if he doesn't wanna
Well then, he ain't gonna
But it sure makes a bad end to this song.
...
There once was a bishy named Flik
Lost Odessa, and lost her right quick.
But he's just so dreamy
The girls get all screamy
And poor Flik could just have his pick.
So why is Flik so darned choosy?
Give it up, she's dead, get a floozy!
But no, he'll just moon
While all the girls swoon
'Cause Nina's young and Kimberly's boozy.
...
There once was a bishy named Vash
Whose head was sure worth some cash.
I'd say something more
But he's owned by Lore
So I'll hush, lest I earn a bash.
And there was a bishy named Wolfwood
And my, don't we all wish he was less good?
But he's married to God
Which I sure think seems odd
'Cause he's got many more guns than he should.
...
And there once was a bishy named Sydney
Who wears pants cut right down past his kidney
It's a sucky-ass rhyme
But I'm out of time
And he did earn a mention, now didn't he?
And speaking of Sydney, there's Hardin
Who is MINE, I do beg your pardon.
With that cute little beard
At which I have leered
And then, down below, there's his h...
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