To watch the skirmish—surely fun,
Mass confusion I do enjoy,
Days without it my mind falls into a stupor
Where the action is where I am
In the middle as gentle as a lamb,
And not to confess to know a lot,
Soon the day is done—my mind at peace
Waiting for the next surprise,
I am hated for loving this—I am despised.
If someday soon things go awry,
I will surely be passing by,
Don't hesitate to wave,
My step is soft and secure,
You will know me instantly I'm sure
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