Ode to a Hookshot
Written by KalasHawk
Flying high, I like to go,
Swinging up, then down the rows.
Soaring forth so weightlessly,
Just the grapple, my Hookshot, and me.
I catch an edge and do a flip,
I spin so fast the branch did rip.
But, just then, I'm off you'd see,
Just the grapple, my Hookshot, and me.
I leap from grass up to rooftops,
I'm having fun, but then it stops.
Fore my Hookshot, as I see,
has broken down and ceased to be.
