Bear, Badger, Ghost reached shores in wait
For all who washed on down
To meet a rather wetter fate
Than those who never found
Their way to one of world’s betweens –
The last of solid ground.
Crab, Kraken, Eel were all called fiends
Though each one swam in grace,
They promptly threatened they would eat
The whiskers off their face
If they were there to try and cheat
The sea of mountains’ taste.

The second time that Ghost was born
Was sweeter than the first,
For Ghost now knew which paths were worn
For reasons bad or worse.