I know I look upon the face of God,
His yellow cheeks and starry eyes, divine,
Caught golden sparks as does a lightning rod
Sweet Pikachu, dear, oh that you were mine.
"Thine face durst shock my beating heart" quoth I
As looketh thee upon thine best friend Ash
I loveth thee almost as much as pie,
But fie! My love thine hands would cruelly thrash.
Team Rocket tries to capture thee, but nay
They cannot make it past my strong defense.
When e'er they try to eateth thee I say
"Thou shall not live after this great offense!"
A sunlit rose is quite less fair than you,
Sweet lover, wherefore art thou Pikachu.