Heroes aren't made by template, conform to a form
Nor was he born to be a hero, he didn't seem the sort
Some might see him a coward, perhaps weak
His body was thin, composed of a different type
A scholar someday maybe, not an athlete
His mind was meek, and destined to fail
So he volunteered his flesh for a cause
And he was experimented upon
Then there was a change, he was ready for war
A body pulsed, alive with power and energy
Ready to fight, defended by shield and armor
Inside his chest a spirit of his country burned
Upholding his country's moral honor
His wounds were healed quickly, easily
His body was perfect, bore no scars
And he chose his moment to strike
All Nazis must be, will be, destroyed
Always, firmly, and things made right
(Trademark and copyright reserved for Marvel Comics, Jack Kirby, Joe Simon and various entities)
