A doughnut or two, a tasty treat,
So many turns I may need a seat.
A turning Angel, a nocturnal Dream,
An historic soldier, who's buttons do gleam.
It's all too much and I'm not feeling fine,
So I'll take my place at the end of the line.
The weekend has passed and now I am back
And poor little E is pushed from the track.
The end of the line is filled with fear
But I will protect you all because I am right here!
Tapping feverishly, I have to get in,
Got to be at the end if I'm going to win.
Larry keeps trying, and James too is fine
But even E can't keep me from the end of the line!