One day at a cage shop,
I met a man selling fights,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some urbanites.

"Got any urbanites?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No urbanites here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely cakes,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some snakes."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally energetic,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call homiletic,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit crazed.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty dazed.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the cage shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Fights, urbanites, you shall find.
Cakes, snakes, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to cage Market.

So to cage Market I decided to go,
In search of the urbanites I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.