The Ballad of Evan

On a cold day she borne a son
One of many or of none
Called him Evan, twas his name
Destined for greatness and of fame
He lived the life of a normal lad
Sometimes happy, other times sad
All through school he dreamed of lands
Filled with plenty and golden sands
Then came the day he was whisked away
To Planet Texas where he lives the day
On this place he grew so tall and lean
He became a sophisticated fighting machine
Part man, part machine they built him well
Saving lives and just raising hell
On and on he battled so vainly
Some even said he fought insanely
Till the day when he met his match
She was to be his greatest catch
Changing him from a warrior of great
Now a dad and could never be late
Domestication seemed destined to be
Till the day he saw on the TV
Warriors are needed, please apply
Leave the planet, away you'll fly
So without a shred of remorse
Evan, the warrior,set on a brand new course
To this day he fights on and on
Leaving me to herald him in this song

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