The Hunger Games
A young girl, chosen for a death game
Another volunteered in her place
She picked up her bow and took her aim
With a tear slipping past her face
When the Games started, she ran to safety
With a friend from home along
They found romance and they lived bravely
Humming the mocking jay song
Friends have died and foes have been killed
The two have gone through pain
However, the two lovers were very skilled
And survived though they felt so vain
The Games have ended, the tributes of twelve
Lived to the end, in riches they dwelled.