Ode to Phoenix Wright
Screaming "Objection" at the top of his voice
He calmly points out that the witness is lying
Whether his hunch is right or wrong he has no choice
His client is two seconds away from dying
He stands in court behind his wooden booth
Sending the judge his death glare
His only goal to find the truth
And lay the case open bare
Grasping for straws and bluffing his way through
He fights the prosecution's case
Until there's only one thing for the judge left to do
Declare "Not guilty" at his usual, slow, pace
And someday, I think it's safe to say
He'll work at a bar playing poker all day