Would anyone guess it, would anyone know,
The day that I find most important to me?
I suppose they wouldn’t, as it would not show,
But the day that I love is the I was freed!
Now, you wouldn’t guess it, especially young
But some humans aren’t quite as kind to little hatchlings
They promised me food, they promised me fun,
But they took me, they bound me with chains on my wings!
I squirmed and I fought, but I lack a single leg
It was easy for them to cart me around.
To them, I might well been easy as an egg!
At least they thought so, until my cries did sound!
I was lucky, so lucky that new moon night,
For the big Quetzalcoatl that appeared to save my life,
His name was Bex— he and the men did fight!
He may lack claws, but his teeth, they were far sharper than a knife!
He set me free, and carried me off
As I nuzzled into his silk-soft fur
He said, “Little one, your name shall be Toph,
And I? Well, I’ll be your new brother.”
“Mother!” I called, and giggled as he sighs,
For I could hear the rumble of his laugh below me
He’ll always be a hero, at least in my eyes!
Because Bex, my brother, he set me free!
A good baby girl
