Hey there, Finn, you little tin! You think you're tough, but you ain't got a win. Your mom's a peach, so sweet and fine, But you’re just a kid, stuck in the pine! You guard her tight, like a little brat, But I’ll show you what’s what, just you wait for that! So take a seat, don’t puff up your chest, 'Cause in this game, I’m the very best!