RE: Splinterlands Poetry time!

Thank you for the Pickle,
The squeals it's bringing,
When its dodging, when its killing,
Now I can't live without it,
And I say in all honesty,
My face light up with glee,
The first time I heard my Pickle weeeeeeee,
So I say thank you for the Pickle,
Now, how about that Beaver Card Joeeeeeeey