Sir Sticks

Mister sticks, sir mighty sticks

You've found your godly throne

You've stood to face the crowd undone

But you cannot go alone

The four, the six, the booming voice

Stand for you to call

They long to quell the masses rise

And they cannot stall for long

So lead the march with heavy arms

Your vehicle at lead

While they follow, keeping pace

Staying just in reach

Would they love you, more in fact

If you'd go unarmed?

If you called with lightning strings

Or used your jaws to charm?

Can you boast your stomping wits

Your metal-handed sway?

When so many sully forth

To take your fame away

I'll bet you're hungry, burning hot

Waiting for your go

To cast aside their bottom line

And show what you can show

You rally cry,

They trust in you

You pick up speed,

They follow suit

They look to you to fill their gaps

To bring change so smooth and still

And you'll be happy to roll on down

And thunder off your will

So trust your head

Trust your hands

As you travel

Make demands

Earn your keep,

Worthington Sticks

And know that this

Is what you'll get.



Just trust the might of the family Sticks.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'll be the reason we're taken seriously.

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