Sir Captain Himself
He’s the captain in a one ball game,
He’s a childish guy like they are all sage and same.
Friends call him captain,
Armored with braveness and his group of ten.
He’s the captain whom you ever like,
He makes good friends like that guy called Mike.
He sometimes create a screeching sound,
It’s painful in my ears like a tortured guy who is drowned.
He’s brave and that’s a strange fact!
Whenever he has problem, he doesn’t want to be backed up.
He zips his mouth like a baby fed with a bottle of milk,
He doesn’t want to talk about it like a useless quiet silk.
He’s puts C in the word COLOR!
He brightens everyone like a lightning valor.
He is in fact our captain!
That turbo guy is wrongly thought to be our villain.
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