The hands of a hero are seldom clean.
The hands of a hero are often mean.
The hero’s hands are fast & blasting,
quick and rarely seen.
The hands of a hero are red, not green.

The feet of a hero, when found, are brown
from walking through the nastier parts of town.
The hero’s lips may frown, traipsing
hither and yon & up and down.
The feet of a hero travel all around.

The cries of a hero may frequently be bleak
and the efforts to be humble might seem meek
and the hero’s quest for peace may make the hero seem a freak
but that she’ll fight ’til the end means she’s not weak.

The back of the hero is raised up high
but the hero is never gazing at the sky
for that hero can never zero out the danger lest she die
so the head of the hero must stare you in the eye.
The hero will always stare you in the eye.