Three challenges stand.
Pass, Penitent Man.
Walk Jehovah’s land.
Leap Without a plan.
Want Adventure?
Come to me.
A professor of Archaeology.
Buried Treasure’s worth the fee.
But choose poorly
And surely
You’re purely cremation
Want adventure?
I’m the one
Wearing leather with the whip and gun
Seeking shelter from the sun.
And the Nazis will not cease.
Why not seize donations?
I can reach.
I can almost reach.
Rarely I practice what I preach.
That is why I was born to teach.
And the language I speak changes each week.
Where’s the antique?
In my hands.
Always in my hands.
Never think I need backup plans.
My escape is a holy man’s.
As if I need more stress
Dad could care less
For my success.
And when girls tag along
Things all go wrong.
Gotta stay strong.
I’m afraid of the snakes.
I get the shakes.
Why does it have to be snakes?
I get no breaks.
Kill all the snakes!
Want Adventure?
That’s my name.
Each endeavor is a guessing game.
Just remember why we came.
For the fortune and glory.
The fortunate story.
Not for them but for me.
All for free or not.
Want Adventure?
Wear it out.
Front and center as a young boy scout,
I’d surrender.
Hear me shout,
"It’s important it’s stored in the sort of supportive museum to see ‘em, per diem, or not."
No time for love…he groans.
(I don’t believe it’s to her wishes that I focus)
Look up above…she moans.
(I don’t believe in superstitious hocus pocus)
Can’t get rid of…….INDIANA JONES!
I’m named after my dog.
Dr. Jones is professional (x25)
Want Adventure?
It’s my life.
The other gender causes most my strife.
Will I ever take a wife?
It’s a mystery History is the Key to the future.
You have Chosen Wisely.
Everybody Dies but Me.
HYA!!!
