My home is a box in Ecruteak City
It's small and shabby, what a pity
Cars whiz by, leaving me alone
And rain pounds on my head, getting me soaked to the bone
What I love most is the Ice Pokémon
But as quick as they appear they are gone
Then comes the Dark types, and I wave Hello
But seeing my sorry state, they just ignore me and go
One day I noticed a white speck on the road
I thought it was a sock left in the cold
I got out of my box and shuffled to the spot
And I realized, 'Sock? So not!'
It was a white rose growing in the middle of the street
And seeing it brought a tingly sensation from my head to my feet
I picked up gently between my claws
And for a minute contemplated on putting it between my jaws
The white matched my fur
And personality, I was sure
This white rose stuck out in the street and all the while
No one noticed it, which made me smile
I found an discarded pot near my box and filled it with dirt
And hoped this was what it was worth
I planted the rose inside my makeshift flower pot
But what does it matter? Pleasure I now got
People still ignore me, a homeless Weavile
But now I got something to look at, which will always make me smile~
It's small and shabby, what a pity
Cars whiz by, leaving me alone
And rain pounds on my head, getting me soaked to the bone
What I love most is the Ice Pokémon
But as quick as they appear they are gone
Then comes the Dark types, and I wave Hello
But seeing my sorry state, they just ignore me and go
One day I noticed a white speck on the road
I thought it was a sock left in the cold
I got out of my box and shuffled to the spot
And I realized, 'Sock? So not!'
It was a white rose growing in the middle of the street
And seeing it brought a tingly sensation from my head to my feet
I picked up gently between my claws
And for a minute contemplated on putting it between my jaws
The white matched my fur
And personality, I was sure
This white rose stuck out in the street and all the while
No one noticed it, which made me smile
I found an discarded pot near my box and filled it with dirt
And hoped this was what it was worth
I planted the rose inside my makeshift flower pot
But what does it matter? Pleasure I now got
People still ignore me, a homeless Weavile
But now I got something to look at, which will always make me smile~