Gimme gimme samurai,
Be he low or be he high.
I claim my hard-earned good-boy prize:
A throng of marching servant guys.
Minions lift me toward the sky,
To find the foolish samurai.
Enjoy my murderous minion fleets,
From comfy big boy booster seats.
Robots, aliens, all around,
But zero samurai are found.
They try to make me take a nappy,
But sleeping doesn't make me happy.
Samurai are all that slakes,
The angry sound my screamer makes.
I'll yell and shout and make a fuss,
I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss!
The samurai, my source of ire,
Fuels my raging, angry fire.
Minions sob and wail and cry,
But tears won't bring me samurai.
My good-boy points were fairly earned,
To find the samurai I've yearned.
But there's no samurai just yet!
Did they all think that I'd forget?
"FIND THE SAMURAI! HEED MY WORD,
YOU SORRY, STUPID, WORTHLESS HERD!"
I screech while cutting short their days
With my screamy beamy laser gaze.
For he who is unburned is he who will fly,
To find the foolish samurai.
