And the world below my cape,
I’m the hero of my city!
Trim and toned, in perfect shape!
Not a bullet passes through me,
Not a freeze-ray frosts my face.
Every hair upon my perfect head
Falls neatly into place.
Oh my powers are outstanding
And my strength beyond compare!
Every bad-guy, crook, and villain
Hides and trembles in his lair!
All the crime completely crumbled
In the days since I arrived.
Only peace, goodwill, and mercy
Are the virtues that survived.
So I proudly watch my people
From the skies I’ve often soared.
They’re so helpful, kind, and caring,
And so perfect . . . I’m so bored!