Kevin Nash, a giant teddy bear,
Built like a mountain, soft as a prayer.
Arms like oak trees, wide and strong,
But his heart hums a gentle song.

He stomps through rooms with thunderous grace,
Yet kindness lives upon his face.
A laugh that rumbles, deep and wide,
A place where worries go to hide.

He’s the kind of giant you lean into,
When the world feels sharp and cold.
A steady presence, warm and true,
Worth more than fists of gold.

So call him big, call him grand,
But know this truth, and know it well:
Behind the size, behind the stand,
Lives Kevin Nash—
A giant teddy bear.