A man wearing a black coat and blue cap walks in the woods.

Nature Boy Brown had it down,
Was really no clown
Hungry he grew up
He was a loving pup
Big Boy Golden
to no one beholden
He bullied them all
Though ripe himself for a fall
Then came the time
The aspects were prime
Nature Boy Brown soldiered on in silence
But he knew how to walk the miles
But he would not—in the name of justice—back down

Loaded up with hubris
Big Boy Golden took the dive
Sending him plummeting
Circling down, [down, down] Into the deep Abyss