Ode to Ghede

What can I tell you about Ghede?
What is it about him that makes him so perfect?
Why do I feel sorrow when i look at him?
How is it, I can't take my eyes off him?
Why will he be loved and cherished for ever, and ever, and ever??
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There is a tame Rhino called Dave,
On Mara he had such a rave.
But real life comes first,
He must quench his thirst.
And to Anna his Mordo he gave.

There is a pet Mordo called Ghede
He can't play instruments, battle or read.
But my heart delights
And is lifted to heights,
From which it will never recede.