Katniss Everdeen
Everyday you hunt
Your days are blunt
And once a year
The Reaping comes here
24 tributes will compete
And all will be beat
When 23 are dead
The Victor will be called up ahead
Every year you hope you aren't picked
For the games only bring conflict
And your beloved sister, her first reaping has come
And if she is picked they will throw her away as if she were a crumb
Her chances are slim, but not impossible
And of course, it was possible
Then you volunteer
She screams for you and starts to tear
But you stand up tall for the show
As your long hair starts to flow
And the only words you can repeat
May the odds be ever in your favor, you piece of meat
Happy Hunger Games!
