Shining Brightly
Riches I find as I travel,
Coins mainly gold, and some red.
Mushrooms and flowers, some golden stars,
The goombas, they shudder with dread.
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Many mushrooms, your saviour consumes,
Bowser's minions, they flee too late.
But I eat far more than just mushrooms,
For I also adore your sweet cakes.
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Fireballs come from my hands,
But I promise, I'll never burn yours.
I'm well practiced in the art of fire,
'Spicy meatballs' are par for the course.
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And while golden stars do shine brightly,
They cannot eclipse your glow.
So as the music plays, I run through the stage,
To the castle your plumber must go.
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So while beating my foes is quite fun,
And indeed, is its own form of bliss.
Not every flower and mushroom and star,
Can compare to the feel of your kiss.