Ovanti Limited, page-8

In shadows cloaked, The Stig does dwell,A sad little man, his tale to tell.

With eyes that see no light or gleam,He drifts through life, a dismal dream.

Negativity his constant friend,In bitterness, he finds no end.

No laughter dances on his lips,Just sighs and groans, in sorrow's grips.

But in his heart, a flicker still,A tiny spark, against his will.

For even in the darkest night,A glimmer of hope can ignite.

So let us offer him a hand,To guide him from the barren land.

And show him kindness, pure and true,To help him find a brighter view.

For every sad little man named The Stig,Deserves a chance to dance and jig.

To cast aside his heavy cloak,And find the joy that he awoke.