Oh Rob,
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways:
From your shirts and hair
And that wedgie you got from that chair
I'm smitten by your presence
That makes me cream my underwear

Silent, but sexy
I'm pretty sure you're deadly
But I'm too aroused to care
Because it's not just what you do
Or what you sometimes say
That has me and other girls
Attracted to your ways

You beat the shit out of drums
You hardly speak
You makes cute, dry little comments
That make us squeak
You smile a boyish grin
Laugh a diddly din
And then when we sleep
You visit us in our dreams

Oh Rob Bourdon
Your nice boy facade is a ruse
Because we all know
It's your other drumstick you'll use
When teaching Mike to be quiet
Or Brad to not boss you around
You're definitely the mayor
Of Awesome Town