Corporal Crue

In the heart of the station, where the lights are cold,

There’s a boy with a badge, brave and bold.

Blonde hair shining like a crown, he’s got that sparkle in his eye,

Corporal Cruse, he's waving high, keeping order, never shy.

Tasing and tackling, he’s standing tall,

Walking that line, answering the call.

In pursuit of happiness, he’s making his stand,

Young and fierce, with a steady hand.

Corporal Cruse, chasing the blues away,

With a smile and a rule, he’s saving the day.

Perfect blonde hair, shining through the fire,

In the cage of chaos, he’s the hero we admire.

They call him “Corporal Crue,” a joke that’s true,

But no one’s tougher when it comes to what he’s gotta do.

Dispatch at twenty, with a heart of gold,

Keeping everything running smooth, never growing old.

In this fight, he’s the shining light,

Corporal Cruse, standing tall tonight.

In the shadows, he’s the hero’s face,

Chasing freedom, saving grace.