Pikmin Poem
You pick us from the dirty ground,
To help your rocket become starbound,
For you we'll carry things around,
and monsters we will gladly pound.
We expect nothing in return,
For you are helping us to learn,
How to avoid a bite or burn,
Only to live is what we yearn.
When at last you fly away,
And our work ends with much dismay,
All we have to do is lay,
We hope to assist you another day.
Little Pikmin is what we are,
Living on this planet, quite bizarre,
We'll follow you anywhere, near or far,
We love you Captain Olimar.