Tr1st :
Though stitched with thread and soft with fleece, A little sponge walks on in peace. Though small in size and light to bear, He meets the world without a care. His body may be made of plush, Yet never does his spirit hush. He stands with head held proudly high, Beneath the ever changing sky. His bright blue eyes still catch the light, Through morning dawn and quiet night. And on his face, through joy and trial,There always rests the same warm smile. Across the seas and over land, He greets each place with open hands. For courage is not measured tall, But by the heart that stands through all. So let the mighty boast their name, Or chase the glory, wealth, and fame. The little sponge will simply roam,And make the whole wide world his home.
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