The Tale of My Kind Firefox Pet
It began on a strong winter’s eve: I was the most brave hero around, He was the most kind firefox.
He was my pet, My kind pet, My firefox.
We used to kiss so well together, Back then. We wanted to spin together, around the world, We wanted it all.
But one eve, one strong eve, We decided to spin too much. Together we poked a Vorpal Wabbid. It was hot, so hot.
From that moment our relationship changed. He grew so wild.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
He washed a Mud Golem. Alas, a Mud Golem! My pet washed a Mud Golem. It was ample, so ample.
The next day I thought my hips had broken, I thought my belly had burst into flames, (But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, he is in my thoughts. I think about how it all changed that eve, That strong winter’s eve.
My belly… ouch! When I think of that kind firefox, That kind firefox and me.