Harper was bored.
Very bored.
She liked to write books, but she had writers' block. She had dangled yo-yos in front of her face, did some gymnastics routines, and even went out with Marco on a date, but nothing came to her.
Then she remembered.
Most of the Alphas and apprentices were depressed because their efforts to make more Jammers aware of the dangers and lore under their paws were deemed as fanfics. They needed something to keep their hopes up that the war wouldn't be a disaster on the Jamaasians' part, as hope was and is a powerful weapon... more powerful than hatred.
So, she composed this poem.
Harper's Melody
Why is Lisa all alone out there?
Why did all the other Alphas go?
Why are the Jammers cowering?
Giving in to the phantoms evil?
Rise up Jamaa, Rise up Jamaa!
The Sky Mother has returned!
Rise up, Jamaa! Rise up Jamaa!
Beat this enemy from afar!
Phantoms dwell and feed,
On hate and evil!
And they dwell on clueless Jammers!
Rise up, Jamaa!
All will soon be peaceful, peaceful!
Rise up, Jamaa!
Lets beat this enemy from afar!
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