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“Through the rainbow he was brave, Although blood, he did not crave. But Vikings, blood they should want. Heads as trophies, they should flaunt. But from behind, little Jimmy was run through, A puddle of blood grew and grew. So when Jimmy fell, My tears they did swell. And I cried. And I cried.” While there was scattered applause, most people just looked at him, confused. The poem was terrible. Heimdall knew it. The crowd knew it.” — Dylan Callens
Through the rainbow he was brave,
Although blood, he did not crave.
But Vikings, blood they should want.
Heads as trophies, they should flaunt.
But from behind, little Jimmy was run through,
A puddle of blood grew and grew.
So when Jimmy fell,
My tears they did swell.
And I cried.
And I cried.”
While there was scattered applause, most people just looked at him, confused. The poem was terrible. Heimdall knew it. The crowd knew it.