Author's note: I own no trademarks here. (N. B. This is meant to sound like a country ballad)
Let the Music Play
Once upon a time, in the land of Orre,
Where the air is dry and the soil is poor,
A man came along with a plan so big …
Though it was not nearly as large as his wig.
He was six feet tall with three foot hair,
With a medal on his neck and his finger in the air
He was the very best dancer you ever did see …
And his title was Cipher Admin Miror B.
He wanders across the land! He always travels solo!
Save for his band of dancing Ludicolo!
Challenge him to battle and there's just one thing to say!
He's Miror B.!
… So let the music play.
So this man became rich and he was always jolly,
And he gained some followers named Trudley and Folly
And he plundered every Pokemon that he could see …
And his favorite was a plastic tree.
When he was challenged he used Rain Dance
As his Pokemon played he'd slap his pants
With his rhythmic steps he'd surely win …
But Wes nevertheless turned Miror B. in.
He wanders across the land! He always travels solo!
Save for his band of dancing Ludicolo!
Challenge him to battle and there's just one thing to say!
He's Miror B.!
… So let the music play.
But separation from Cipher made his heart grow fonder
So he chose to become a professional wanderer
With his ultimate goal in his mind unfurled …
He'd catch every single Pokemon in the world.
Ever since that day he was never again caught
He'd steal from anyone to add to his lot
So wherever there is any Pokemon to see …
You can be sure that it's being watched by Miror B.
He wanders across the land! He always travels solo!
Save for his band of dancing Ludicolo!
Challenge him to battle and there's just one thing to say!
He's Miror B.!
… So let the music play.