Rue, beautiful girl
By Marvel, you were
Killed with a hurl
Of a spear, by the Sir
of District One.
Firstly, District One
Glimmer went out like a gun
Leaving Marvel, the son
When the Games had just begun
District Two
As an arrow flew
Cato and Clove
Both pretty as a dove.
District Three
Secretive as a flea
Uttering a silent plea
As Cato has a killing spree
District Four
Of legend and lore
An area so poor
They're begging for more.
District Five
Didn't come out alive
They had a good strive
But took a long dive.
District Six
Were full of tricks
And not of conflicts
But were dead in just a few clicks
District Seven
Went out like levin
Now their off to heaven
Flying like a raven
District Eight
Were just bait
For all the districts to hate
They went out quite late.
District Nine
Stood in line
They went down with a whine
Without so much as a shrine.
District Ten
Will never again
See their cows in the glen
Or in any light pen
District Eleven
Rue, was once a source of leaven
Thresh, in the tree of heaven
Those odds were so uneven
And finally, District Twelve
Peeta and Katniss began to evolve
As the Games they had to solve
And a wedding began to involve.