My Do (Antisensei Version)       And now, the end is near; And so I face my final grading. Sensei, I'll say it clear, I've paid my fee for darker shading.   I've trained less than I should. I've dodged the heat and took a deep bow; But more, much more than this, I did it my Do.   KiAis, I've made a few;  But then again, too few to mention. I shirked what I had to do  And bungled through without exemption.   I loitered at each training course; Each higher step led to my next low, But more, much more than this, I did it my Do.   Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I cadged more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I covered up and fooled the crowd. I sweet-talked all and had to stall;              And did it my Do.   I've bragged, I've bribed and lied. I scratched my nose; my share of bruising. And now, as fists collide, I find it all so abusing.   To think I did all that; And may I say - not with a kept vow, „No, oh no not me, I did it my Do“.   For what is a quack, what has he got? If no loud mouth, then he has naught. To say the things that most appeal; And never cares to whom to kneel. The record shows I did brown-nose And did it my Do!       © 2005 TDI My Do (Sensei Version)       And now, no end is near; And so I face a further grading. Sensei, I'll say it clear, I've trained a lot for darker shading.   I've strained until I dropped,   I've chased the heat and loved a tough go; But more, much more than this, I did it my Do. Knock outs, I've had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I dared what I had to do  And pulled it through without exemption.    I stood each training course; Each higher step triggered me to grow,  But more, much more than this, I did it my Do.   Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I waged more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I carried on and played all-out. I faced it all - back to the wall; And did it my Do.   I've kicked, I've punched and cried. I broke my nose; my share of bruising. And now, as fists collide, I find it all so amusing.   To think I did all that; And may I say - not with a foul show, „No, oh no not me, I did it my Do“.   For what is a champ, what has he got? If no clear mind, then he has naught.  To seek the things that most reveal; And never courting for appeal. The record shows I fought my lows - And did it my Do!       © 2005 TDI