I've found him, he's the link.
I knew it all along.
I doubt if I'm right, if I'm wrong.
It pains me only none to think otherwise.
This dilemma is too small to even have a size.
But look, I'll rhyme for him.
Brim, dim, grim, gym, limb, trim, swim.
Real words, not crazy, random ones.
We're all a bunch of chickens.
But I'm a bright bird.
I shouldn't speak another word.


