Who do we have? Oh, Tropius? He's pretty chill
When touched by my Ice Beam. In pain? This guy for real?
You'll need that type advantage to even try and contend, fern
Whether with lyrics or with attacks you're 'bout to get burned
Ya think that it's coincidence you're paired with Master Race?
If you use your head a little, storm drains tend to gather waste
Such "fortune" for you is about to seem obtuse
For it's herbivores like me that give your gr
ass a use
In a green hoodie you hide from the sun; have you no pride?
Even if your skin is dark your attack's on the light side
Those four leaves won't bring you luck; a light breeze will make them clip
And what, are those bananas? More like a Freudian slip
So again you are a grass-type, are you s'posed to be a joke?
How can I take things seriously from a six foot toke?
I need not my ancient shell, your ancient fail is tanked all day
With a Stockpile or two, with you, I'll have my way
Alright, I'll play a little and skip the ice offense
I'll let it last a bit for the sake of remembrance
To your Sweet Scent, Romeo, I can't bite a thumb; as such,
A Toxic belch your way will in a few turns make you mulch
I got this with one eye; no, two; no, all three closed
I will spare you the distraction of looking into your soul
Thank me for your secondary type before things go awry
'Cause even though you might have wings, I pioneered the term "Fly"
If you're still having any doubts,
just listen to my cry
I sound a bit like a fowl on the squishy side
Although you are my bro from a scientific mind
It's adaptive types like me, not dinos, who will survive