Sandy
When Sandy had the ball,
He stood tall on the hill:
Two-hundred-ten of power and grace
A kindly man with a fierce, dark face–
The finest model of his race!
He peered in for the sign
And rocked into his motion
The pill enclosed in his giant hand,
He stretched out wide his great wingspan,
And rolled home like the ocean!
When Sandy had the ball,
He stood tall on the hill:
Two-hundred-ten of power and grace
A kindly man with a fierce, dark face–
The finest model of his race!
He peered in for the sign
And rocked into his motion
The pill enclosed in his giant hand,
He stretched out wide his great wingspan,
And rolled home like the ocean!
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