His cap blazing red,
Her Frying pan grasped.
His Brain as big as ever,
His spirit as strong as ever.
The four Chosen Ones stand up against the battle,
They rise; get up on their sattle.
To fight against the evil so strong,
to destroy all that is wrong.
Grasping their weapons, posed to strike,
They all have supportive thoughts, each one alike.
'We must defeat him!' Said the boy with the cap.
'We must triumph!' Said the girl, ready to give the meanie a whap.
'We cannot lose!' Said the boy with the brain so immense.
'We have the strength!' Said the spirit boy, ready for the battle to commence.
They all knew what was coming to engulf them all,
The task at hand isn't easy, not at all a ball.