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.  
Quick, go aid those 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.  
He looks both way before crossing streets  
For he knows crime will never sleep.  
"Hey Giro you should check the park  
"I heard a noise beyond the dark.  
"Hey a business suit lays on the pavement  
"I think it's moaning, 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.