Sudden pop happens,
Notice me what was,
Know it was,
Thou shalt know,
Ye petit ghost, Polorqua!

He shall hopn'jump
Around me,
But can't break anything
Since he was ghost,
Who can touch nothing.

Airy step,
Loud laughter,
Which veil his loneliness,
Are played desperately,
However gloriously...

Ye ghost trotted
Around my olde body,
Or he skipped
Over pot of erica,
Really merrily.

Perhaps he'd forgotten
As he was stupefied
By beam of sun,
And finally, sadly,
Polorqua had gone with pop.