When I was a boy, about ten years old
I wanted to be a Ninja
A killer, stone cold

So I would go to my room
To practice my secret moves
Against imaginary opponents
Who were sure to lose

I would even dress all in black
For the really epic fights
Then throw my plastic Ninja stars
And quickly turn off the lights

I was a master of stealth
Ready to take on the world
Using my Ninja weapons
To save pretty girls

With wooden sword in hand
And steely guts…

I had to come back to reality
Because mom brought home doughnuts!