And you've done all you can to bare.
But things will work out so cheer up.
So, read this poem and fill that cup.
Don't just sit on that lonely chair,
Try to go out and smell the air.
It won't do any good to mope.
So, don't give up on love and hope.
Cheer up! Cheer up! Oh, soul so dear.
Cheer up and let go of your fears.
Don't fret for it will do no good.
So, stand up like you really should.
See all the reasons you should smile?
Be patient and just wait a while.
I'm sure all will work out somehow.
Make the most of your time right now.
Things will work for you in the end.
And keep in mind, you have a friend.
The shinx had waited low in the tall grass ever since Waz arrived. He was simply waiting for the right time to strike. As soon as he saw Waz drift off to sleep, Chaz pounced. Waz yelped and they tumbled down the grassy hill together. He landed on his back with a thud; Chaz sat on top of him and smiled triumphantly.
“Gotcha!” said Chaz.
Waz blinked in confusion and then rolled his eyes. “Oh geez. Why is everything a competition with you?”
“You’re just mad that I got the jump on you again.”
Waz grumbled and turned his eyes away. Chaz wasn’t about to let the pouty pokemon get away without playing along. He raised his paws up and cast an impish grin