I boldly face
the desert sands
I run my army
with harsh commands
I swim the deepest
ocean with ease
and what I eat
is mac n cheese

I run for miles
without a break
and first position
is what I make
I wrestle with pros
without hesitation
and what I crave
is that cheesey sensation

I withstand torture
with high endurance
I sometimes wish
I had life insurance
I never quit
or fall to my knees
unless my mom calls me
for mac n cheese