There's a man I love, and his name is Vash,
He's Scruffy, Heroic, Dashing and Brash.
He's as swift as the swallow, graceful as a lark,
But prefers to act silly, like a major dork.
He's worth $$60 billion to bounty hunters,
But he is oh so much more priceless to me.
Visiting towns and bars he's saunters
I only wish that he could be free.
For trouble follows wherever he goes.
How he can survive, not a person knows.
Trials plague him and hidden villians,
Though not all are after the billions.
The Stampede himself remains strong,
As strong as a desert Typhoon.
He works to decifer right or wrong,
As he walks along beneath the moon.
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