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He is very green and bold,
Built like an onion—layers unfold.
Not just muscle, not just might,
But depth and heart beneath the fright.
He stomps through mud, he scares with pride,
Yet kindness rumbles deep inside.
His roar might shake the tallest tree,
But loyal’s what he’ll always be.
He’s rough, he’s real, he’s got that funk,
With morning breath and swampy gunk.
But don’t be fooled by ogre skin—
The soul beneath will pull you in.
He is very much his own,
A grumpy king without a throne.
But mess with friends or cross his track?
You’ll feel that onion power smack.
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