Ezlo's Apprentice
By Trick Steven
Master, do you take me for a fool?,
You say I'm lazy but look at you,
Master, you yell at me even though I'm smart,
While you make paper airplanes, if you even call that an art,
Master, you say that you slave away for the humans that you work for,
But that is merely fiction; all you do all day is snore,
So Master, if you're wondering why I took the Minish cap,
Think for once in your life, I suggest giving your head a tap,
Master, if you're thinking why I turned out bad,
Maybe because most of the time you were mad,
Master, it is you I cannot stand,
I will lock you up when I take over this land,
Master, to you I say bye,
And I hope you fall sick and die.