Little Giro

Petit Giro, fearless hero    
By evening he's combatting foes.      
Very serious, not a zero      
He knows the streets of Tokyo.      
In bed by eight and out by nine      
He's never late to fighting crime.      
"No dog no, you can't pee there!"      
Another street bush has been spared.      
Hurry, help hose drunk pedestrians      
That are stumbling onto busy intersections.      
"You're the man! Way to go!"      
A true hero whom we'd like to know.      
       
Little Giro, the best of heroes      
He throws pennies at the homeless.      
"Get out of here! Quit being weirdos!"      
While crossing crimes off his to-do-list.      
He patrols the block for anything,      
A vigilante who's not playing games.      
"Hey Giro you should check the street    
"I thought I heard a sudden screech.    

"There's someone lying on the pavement      
"And he's moaning, go investigate it."      
       
Kawaii Giro, he's our hero      
He fears no groaning noise.      
It's a bleeding fellow, breathing shallow      
Making hisses with his voice.      
Turning pale and feeling frantic      
Our hero breaks off in a panic.      
"Gambate Giro! Run run run!      
"Don't you stop for anyone!"      
Zipping past the busy roads      
And stripping off his hero clothes,      
Away he hides from such a fright,      
Indecent Giro, at least say good night.