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Pidgey Song
A flap of little winds,
A gentle, pleasant gust.
I turn my eyes to find the source,
And soon regret the fuss.
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There's a bird before me,
Not in sky but below.
A pokémon, a pidgey,
As Oak's gadget shows.
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I hear its "pidgey" calls,
A sonnet that sounds strange.
"Gotta catch 'em all," I think,
But this bird I am to train?
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My charmander's doing well,
I've got standards to keep.
But this bird keeps twittering,
I could catch it in my sleep.
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I reach for charmander's poké ball,
And the bird does not react.
Maybe I should just capture it,
Save the runt some slack.
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And yet the bird keeps staring,
Does it want to come along?
For fighting, for friendship,
Or to sing its pidgey song?
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I tap my right-side shoulder,
The pidgey comes to perch.
My pokédex thus starts to beep,
From it data does lurch.
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So I've 'caught' myself a pokémon,
A gentle pidgey bird.
But as it gets into a poké ball,
It no longer seems absurd.
