You're my stoic little poet
People say to be humble
But it's okay king, we all know it
Mr. Silas, king of rhymes
We as a collective decide
To thank you for keeping us on time
Without you we'd be lost
So let us sing your praises
Starting with your hair
Brilliant white, like frost
We love how much you care
Despite your cold demeanor
and when you're grumpy
You're a bit meaner
We know under the pristine clean
Of Silas, king of being a queen
There's a sweet boy
Who is the opposite of mean
From all of us here,
We love you Silas,
our stoic little poet
To our heart, we hold you dear.

