Sing O’ Muse of Link the swordsman so bold

Protector of Hyrule, Zelda’s hand to hold

For ninety-nine years peace reigned across the land

Until boredom crept, impossible to withstand

Near Hyrule’s lake close to the castle’s spire

Zelda still sleeps, bound tightly by magic fire

Link roams the fields, seeking solace for his stead

When an idea sparks—he’ll see the guy in red

Beside the shore sits Mario, stout and spry

Plumber of pipes and mushrooms—this is no lie

Both fishing with lines, but waters stay so still

No bite, no splashes… there’s just time left to kill

He tells of a place that leads far, far away

To lands unexplored where adventurers play

Link chuckles aloud, knowing what he must do

Off to the world of Super Mario 2

Within a dream lies a portal too obscure

A pipe to new worlds, so strange and unsure

While Zelda still sleeps, her slumber unbroken

A restless resolve in Link has awoken

Through twilight’s haze, with his horse Horsey near

He finds a strange vase, its design oddly clear

And warps to a room of pipes, surrounding ground

Three choices await where his fate will be found

One’s etched with a sword, one’s marked by a shield

And one bears a croissant—a baker’s fine yield

He skips sword and shield, sure that Zelda will wake

Croissants bring him joy from the bliss that they make

Through pastry’s marked pipe, he leaps with delight

Emerging at dawn in a city so bright

He spies a tall tower, its cone-shaped design

The bakery’s glow calls out, a splendid sign

The people all watch as he strides through the crowd

A hero of legend, both humble and proud

Yet guards block his way, their voices cold and clear

But Link ever bold, slips away from their leer

He devours croissants, their layers so divine

The buttery splendor feels frozen in time

Yet the guards soon return with swords and their hounds

But Link swift as light, leaps past pipes in quick bounds

Back through the vase, he returns to Hyrule land

Where shadows and mist now tighten their dark hand

Evil stirring with a force so unbound

And Link hears the call of destiny’s deep sound

For what is a hero without quest or fight?

What worth has peace, if it dims the brightest light?

With sword in his grip, shield shining and steady

Link charges ahead, his heart and will ready

One strike of his blade—the magic unwinds

Zelda stands freed, and now the hero’s face shines

Thus ends this great tale of the hero swordsman’s fight

Who followed his heart to the last croissant bite