The Burger Bard

[Verse] Good ol' Ronald, with a grin so wide, Sees blue in the corner, with nowhere to hide, "Back to flippin' burgers, my friend, you see, The fryers are waitin', hear 'em sizzlin' for thee." [Verse 2] Blue's feelin' low, with a spatula in hand, Dreaming of a place far grander than this land, "Ronald," he sighs, "can't you see, I'm stuck in a twist, But I'll rise from these patties, can't keep me off the list." [Chorus] "Flip those burgers, turn 'em right, With every pickle, I'll take flight, Hold the buns tight, don't let 'em fall, Even Ronald McDonald's had a close call." [Bridge] So here's to dreams, for both clown and blue, Cooking up hope in a fast-food crew, One day we'll laugh, with stories so bold, Of a burger-flippin' hero, and the tales we told. [Verse 3] "Buddy, don't stress," Ronald winks with a charm, "For every patty's flip, there's no cause for alarm, In this game, we jest and play the fool, But the taste of success, it'll never be cruel." [Verse 4] Blue's spirits lifted, with a tune in the air, Flippin' those burgers without a single care, For dreams don't perish under a golden arch, They're just seasoned with salt, and a little more starch.