Johnny
He was smaller of the rest
He had a slight build
big black eyes with a dark tanned face
Jet-black was his hair and heavily greased
He died as a hero by saving kids
And lived with a friend for a while all because he killed a guy
His hero was a thug who turned up golden
His real family may have treated him like a thug
but his true family treated him good
You stay golden Johnny!
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