Dustin roams with perfect legs, A paradox in stride, Yet carries a big fat belly That's impossible to hide. Whispers ask of Barry Babernath, Who he might be, none can tell, Amidst the glint of playful glitter, In which Dustin finds his spell. Driving a trusty Corolla, His engine hums in tune, Though feet he cannot suffer, In the bright glare of the noon. "Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!" they cry, As Dustin dances through, A curious blend of grace and girth, In a world that's strangely true.