On feathered feet and beady eyes,
Tocotoco trots, a playful surprise.
Shelled back gleams, like polished night,
A creature curious, bathed in sunlit light.
Once protector, swift and true,
Guiding the lost, beneath skies of blue.
But shadows crawled, and balance frayed,
Twisting freedom, in darkness played.
With nimble steps and cheerful chirp,
It guards its domain, with a rhythmic whirl.
Rocks click-clack, a joyful beat,
Chasing away shadows, on tiny feet.
Legends speak of power unseen,
Hidden melodies, stories convene.
Can joy return, where worries hide?
Or will laughter falter, with nowhere to confide?
Through sunlit fields and rustling leaves,
Tocotoco dances, where harmony weaves.
Hope takes root, a joyful sound,
Will balance return, on happy ground?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of vibrant forests, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the tapper, with rhythmic might,
Can mend the world, and set joy aflight.
So let it trot, a tiny grace,
And from the tapping, chase shadows’ trace.
For Tocotoco holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.