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There once was some steel that sat on a shelf
who dreamt of becoming a Busse himself
He'd seen all the Meaners and Rucks being made
and knew that one day some lives he would save
The following day the crew took him down
they baked him in fire and then cooled him down
They shaped him to specs and then added an edge
which shined like a mirror and was shaped like a wedge
Next came the colors of tan, brown and green to
blend in plain sight and not be seen
Tan micarta handles were added to him
His fit and finish was long, lean and trim
Now he's fast and he's light designed to even the fight
Taking on all enemy's without any fright
His dream's now come true to be labeled the best
stamped on his side Terror Monkey now rests
who dreamt of becoming a Busse himself
He'd seen all the Meaners and Rucks being made
and knew that one day some lives he would save
The following day the crew took him down
they baked him in fire and then cooled him down
They shaped him to specs and then added an edge
which shined like a mirror and was shaped like a wedge
Next came the colors of tan, brown and green to
blend in plain sight and not be seen
Tan micarta handles were added to him
His fit and finish was long, lean and trim
Now he's fast and he's light designed to even the fight
Taking on all enemy's without any fright
His dream's now come true to be labeled the best
stamped on his side Terror Monkey now rests