I could be Don Camillo

With arms of steel

And a heart of gold

And a temper like boiling oil cascading from the battlements of my righteousness burning so hot that the Lord Himself shakes His head and laments my tempestuous moods

What a wonderful thing to be

What a shame I just have to be me

I could be Duffy Moon

With spirit indefatigable

And eyes of grey wisdom

And a mind that travels far away to lands that others can never know where fear is just a…