Disclaimer: I don't own Spirited Away.
The Soot Balls Poem
We are the soot balls made of soot and magic
We are worked to death but it's really not that tragic
We constantly have to slave away
For Kamaji at the boilers all night and day
If we don't keep the baths steamy and warm
We will forever lose our somewhat human form
If we are good and work until our small body shakes
We will get rewarded with some tasty star flakes
Then at the boilers one fateful day
A human girl came and helped but to our dismay
She only helped one of us carry our coal
To that fiery boiler that is our goal
Because she was kind and never mean
We kept her shoes and clothes nice and clean
Now she is gone and we keep working like before
Carrying heavy coal slowly across the floor
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm really proud of this poem. Hope you liked it!