I
Get up, little warrior, little dynamo,
Do not frown at your affliction,
Stand tall, you are stone, you are fearless,
They are irrelevant, so merciless,
With one goal, to see you melancholy,
But you are titanium, you are strong.

II
They are the opposition, you are strong,
Sword in hand and heart and mind, little dynamo,
You know better, you do not deserve to be melancholy,
No matter what cards you are dealt, this affliction
Is sand, they are sand, they are merciless,
But you are the captain of the S.S. Fearless.

III
Your eyes scream it, “I am fearless,”
They will know it, feel it, you are so strong,
Don’t let your ears near their words, ***** and merciless,
You are a diamond, little dynamo,
Their minds are limited, can they even define affliction,
Your heart is too warm to be melancholy.

IV
Four feet tall, so strong, what affliction?
Little dynamo, who is merciless?
You cannot be melancholy if you are fearless.