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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.

There's a bird before me,

Not in sky but below.

A pokémon, a pidgey,

As Oak's gadget shows.

I hear its "pidgey" calls,

A sonnet that sounds strange.

"Gotta catch 'em all," I think,

But this bird I am to train?

My charmander's doing well,

I've got standards to keep.

But this bird keeps twittering,

I could catch it in my sleep.

I reach for charmander's poké ball,

And the bird does not react.

Maybe I should just capture it,

Save the runt some slack.

And yet the bird keeps staring,

Does it want to come along?

For fighting, for friendship,

Or to sing its pidgey song?

I tap my right-side shoulder,

The pidgey comes to perch.

My pokédex thus starts to beep,

From it data does lurch.

So I've 'caught' myself a pokémon,

A gentle pidgey bird.

But as it gets into a poké ball,

It no longer seems absurd.