Timid and new you once were
Skin all green and no fur

Lost, not versed in realms yet
After a letter then we met.

Treated you with kindness and respect
Opened my eyes to your intellect

Brains and wit I can sense
I respect your words are not minced.

I'm really no good at this stuff
Words that rhyme and sound tough!

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Mayan, in the year 1001 AF.