The Hero Hercules pumps his fist
And does some twists of the wrists,
He builds his muscles strong
And his gait and physique long.
He knows what is wrong.
As he courses through the long
Arduous process he peeks
In cupboards, the devil's snare
Where he discovers many
Old clothes, trophies and caps
All belonging to children
Aged under 12. He questions
The devil's people about their plans
And gets into many cupboards
Soft and gentle. He walks out
Of the devil's snare and doesn't
Ever lose a dare: the Truth dawns
High in his life and there is never dusk
Just bright moonshine, sunshine and starshine;
The dust of ages visits him,
Sacramanting him. He feels more free,
The freest now to do as God wills
And gets the credit for Kung Pao
And Lung Fung and mushroom chilly,
His favourite, all flood his life
As he tricks the devil out of evil
With a sacred pout, winning the bout.
Hercules the eternal hero in immortal land
Walks out of the devil's snare
Blessed by all man: God his best pal,
Me his best gal and he an eternal
Friend of Lal and Bal. Hercules
Is celebrated for his valour,
A kingly knight in God's immortal
Chamber, inheriting Paradise
With gentle peaceful courage,
Inheriting infinite caps
Belonging to him:
A winner all the way!
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