Well, I won't steal that, but I will dedicate to you a poem:
Brave Sir ToughDiamond ran away. Bravely ran away away. When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yes, brave Sir ToughDiamond turned about and gallantly he chickened out. Swiftly taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. Bravest of the brave, Sir ToughDiamond! 
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Bestiola is a nit, and her trousers do not fit.