For I am Stephen Torry, dweller of little farms.
From the land of the Saints, here in New Orleans.
Son of Stephen Torry, designer of towns,
And Jenifer Torry, keeper of books. Brother of Rayne,
From the Crescent City I come! I grunt!
Snapper of snapping, runner of trails,
String rider through forests, and pilot of the Road cruiser.
Sneaky Stephen is what
they call me—
Playing pranks on family members arouse me.
I shall be the best engineer—
Fixing and designing everything in need.
A rhythm giver, I
sing sweet melodies.
I’m a people-pleaser, everyone loves me.
History repeats itself, I would know—
Someday I shall be written in those textbooks.
Gold catcher, I strive for the best—
I chase down competitors and see if they passed the
test.
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