The Spy And The Pilot

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.