I am Ma Shih-Ying, the heroic cavalier And I'll do anything to protect my sphere. But that's neither here nor there, for spring is in the air! There are insects everywhere in my garden And, though my heart is made of steel In early spring I begin to feel my heart harden. And I dance, dance, dance when my scorpion stings And I burn, burn, burn off my butterflies' wings Because I'm Ma Shih-Ying, the heroic cavalier.