WB: I found an interesting type of poem.

Herobrine: What is it?

WB: It's called a Terza Rima.

Herobrine: How about you do a Llama Terza Rima?

WB: A Llama Terza Rima?

Herobrine: Yeah, a Llama Terza Rima.

WB: Sure, why not?


A Llama Terza Rima

Every day, we keep doing the same thing.

Grazing grass, walking in a straight line.

Walking the same path like we're on a string.

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I guess this way of life is rather fine.

It keeps us safe, all for one, one for all.

We stick together, on plain and incline.

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Just once though, I'd like things to go awol.

The same thing every day can get boring.

Follow the leader, and carry our haul.

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At least wandering, we go exploring.

I can at least see lots of scenery.

Our efforts let our leader keep storing.

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Our group works like well-oiled machinery.

We hold goods, the leader will protect us.

I don't mind, long as I get greenery.

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I don't like riders though, I'll make a fuss.

Climb on me, you'll get a face full of spit.

A saddle on me is superfluous.

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I don't mind following you, not a bit.

Respect my space, and I'll respect yours.

It gets a little boring, I'll admit.

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We'll walk all day, whether in or outdoors.

You keep us safe, more goods will reach your stores.


WB: There you go, a Llama Terza Rima.

Herobrine: Should we take a minute to remember Ponybird21?

WB: Why?

Herobrine: She deliberately went to anger Notch. She's probably dead now.

WB: Oh. Rest in peace, she shall be remembered.

Herobrine: May her soul find its way safely to the afterlife.