His hair was black and curlish
His smile deep and sheepish
If he had his way, every single day
AiN's laughter would ring out girlish
He watches over all of us
His eye misses not a single muss
He inspects everyone, to keep it all in good fun
And will not tolerate a fuss
Who is this saint, you ask?
Can you not see behind the mask?
He is our lord, on this glorious board
It's Nate who takes us to task
How's that?
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My bowels hurt.
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