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.
