Johnny

He was smaller of the rest

He had a slight build

big black eyes with a dark tanned face

Jet-black was his hair and heavily greased

He died as a hero by saving kids

And lived with a friend for a while all because he killed a guy

His hero was a thug who turned up golden

His real family may have treated him like a thug

but his true family treated him good

You stay golden Johnny!

 

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