If one man stands that can't be defeated, it's Um Pow! Um Pow! Even with his hands tied to both his feet, it's Um Pow! Um Pow - He battled many men in a great big war, and now he's even stronger than ever before! If one man stands that can't be beaten, it's Um Pow! Um Pow!
CRASH BAM BOOM SPLAT BING BANG WOW!! It's Um Pow! Um Pow! Smasin bashin everything he can, it's Um Pow! Um Pow, right now! He'll take you down with a flyin punch! Karate kick you in the stomach, make you lose your lunch! O My holy cow! Look out - It's Um Pow!
Intuition at it's finest when feeling the seasonal changing of its metamorphosis is coming ahead. A foreseeing truthful measure of action (over the wonder of its own inevitable evolution).
Feeling of observance is nothing without attitude (in it's very self to bear alone), when it's never alone... Except, when all in not well within its favor, because that's when things change in the way it's ought to be. And not because it's an entire consequence (all on its own little lonesome), without truthfully knowing of the very actions that surmise the difficulties straight out from under its own opposable..."developing pleasures!"