Timmy the cleric, oh what a guy, Got holy powers and will make sure you don't die! He’s gotta heal spell, but there’s a catch, umm... He freaks out if you try to touch him! “No-no-no, I can’t touch you, nope!” “I’ll heal you from afar, just don’t come too close!” “I’ll chant! I’ll pray! I’ll do a dance!” “But don’t make me touch you—there's no chance!” He’s got the tools, the holy hymns, But when it’s time to lay on hands? Oh no, not him! Timmy waves his hands, says a prayer that's lit, But if you try to touch him? He just can’t bear it! “No-no-no, I can’t touch you, nope!” “I’ll heal you from afar, just don’t come too close!” “I’ll chant! I’ll pray! I’ll do a dance!” “But don’t make me touch you—there's no chance!” So if you’re hurt, and you're almost done, Timmy’s got magic, he'll bust out the finger guns! pew pew pew No! Heeeeeeeeeeeey get back! stop it! stop chasing me! I'm never healing you again! I'm serious! Ahhhh *panting*
