Adapted from Hork-Bajjir ballad 'Animorphs'

The glorious leader,

The animal feeder,

The warrior great,

The leaders best mate,

The alien brave,

And the nothlit saved,

The saviors of Earth.

The weight of the world on his shoulders,

And the trust of his friends on his heart,

He did not want to be a soldier,

But the battle is leaving its mark.

She believes in the myth of morality,

The warrior, her friend in the fight,

She can do nothing but keep her sanity,

When she kills for what is right.

The ruthless one in a battle,

Crayak is always close,

Her nerves are hard to rattle,

A bird she loves the most.

This one is always funny,

He'll always make you smile,

But when times are not so sunny,

In tactics, he uses his guile.

The one who comes from afar,

The taste of food drives him mad,

His intelligence is far over par,

He enjoys all the human fads.

The hawk was a morph gone wrong,

He lives in a field to the north,

For his human body he did long,

Until Elimanist gave him a morph.