He talks all good, and hides it well.
He thinks of that leap, but can't look down.
The rushing water below, could be mistaken.
The thought of that jump, makes him shaky.
Jonno had to watch his speed, so his scares would stay weak.
The pool taunting, by the height.
Drinking the shakes, never would it work.
Holding it up, or more so himself.
He closes his eye, and thats the end of that.
This Shaky Buttercup, climbs up n over sheds.
With a bung foot, will he ever stop..
He is Hop along, Shaky, Buttercup....
He is...... JOSHEY! ! ! ! !
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