Oh, imp on my shoulders!
When will you get off?
You've been on my shoulders
For too long now.
Do get off I pray
So I could engage,
The ogre in front of me.
Without you to bear,
The God of Triumph
Might smile upon me.
Thus Victory would I gain -
Possibly.
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