A short poem about Guays, those annoying birds in OoT and MM that you can never zone in on before it's too late and they hit you. I hate those guys!
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Don't let the Guay sit on your 'sill
For if he 'cides to roost there
May your heart come still.
So shoo the lone death bird away
And tell him to return some other day
When you have become old and gray,
Then he shall sit on your 'sill
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I don't know what inspired this, but I made it up a couple years ago and thought I might as well put it up.
"'sill" refers to a window sill and "'cides" is short for decides. I wanted rhythm. R&R! I accept flames!
