Poetry Contest Winner: Page 297 (3/27/03)

Under the spreading Money Tree,
The yellow Meerca stands,
The Meerca, a mighty one is he,
But with very tiny hands.

O' the Meerca he is ready
For his ultimate race,
His short stubby legs are steady,
From playing Meerca Chase.

The Meerca runs on speedy legs,
He seldom ever crawls,
He's trained those feet by snatching Neggs
Without smashing into walls.

Although he is just plain yellow,
Not rainbow, cloud or gold,
He is quite the rapid fellow,
From what I have been told.

His tail is coiled like a spring,
It's ready for the bounce,
For with a hearty zip and zing
On the Money Tree he'll pounce.

The Money Tree! A treasure chest
Of items rich and rare,
O' happy is the pet who's blessed
By being the first one there.

The race is on! The Meerca goes!
He's stretching all his joints,
Down from his fingers to his toes,
To get those Neopoints!

The mighty Meerca has returned
With something in his hand,
What has the speedy Meerca earned?
A bottle of blue sand.