First Etho killed a flying horse,
Which might have been the wrong course.
Why they were hostile, no one can say,
Etho just wanted them to go away.
Then he made a bandit camp,
one that was dreary, dark, and damp.
Actually it was a lovely place,
But not to the panda, as you could tell by his face.
For Etho tossed him in with an evil smirk,
For there would the panda always lurk.
That is why the panda is sad,
He was taken from his mom and dad.
To be thrown in a pit without a second thought,
Where he would remain, tired and hot.
Never again, his friends will he see,
That feeling is not known by you nor me.
His dreams are lonely, sad and dark,
He thinks of the day he walked through the park,
When Etho jumped him by surprise,
And bound his hands and covered his eyes.
Then threw him in that hole, never again to be seen,
Oh how that was so evil and mean.
Every night the panda cries,
With the star’s reflections in his eyes.
All he wants is to go home,
but all above him bandits roam.
Though we don’t know you panda, we feel your sorrow,
Just try to focus on a better tomorrow.