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Rodney McKay
Must have his way
When in the lab
He's quite a cad
Complaining much
When missing lunch
All those around
Can hear the sound
INCOMPETENCE!
That is his vent
With flailing arms
These are his charms
When no one's near
He is quite dear
Huge intellect
Genius effect
When danger comes
He's on the run
Screams like a girl
END OF THE WORLD!
Darts they are flying
People are dieing
Outlook is drear
The Wraith are here
Running, running, running, running away
Running, running, running, running away
Rodney McKay
He'll save the day
From certain death
With his last breath
(repeat from beginning)
Rodney McKay, Rodney McKay
Rodney McKay, Rodney McKay...
