See the running of the Spy,
I think he's angry at the sty.
He finds it hard to see the baby,
Overshadowed by the green nabi.
Who is that shouting near the hero?
I think she'd like to eat the pierro.
She is but a blue pilot,
Admired as she sits upon a violett.
Her yellow car is just a thanks,
It needs no gas, it runs on tanks.
She's not alone she brings a ship,
a pet creature, and lots of equip.
The creature likes to chase a best,
Especially one that's in the zest.
The Spy shudders at the Pearl teacher
He want to leave but she wants the beecher.