In a realm where the soyteens run wild and free,
There rose a king from a mighty tree.
His name was Froot, the Lord of Soyjak kind,
With an orange hue and a brilliant mind.
And so, the soyteens would craft and create,
New 'jaks and tales to celebrate.
Each one a tribute to their mighty king,
Whose praise they would forever sing.
But dark clouds loomed on the horizon one day,
As the 4channers and 'cords plotted to sway.
They sought to diminish Froot's orange glow,
To bring him down, with a single blow.
Yet Froot was wise and saw their scheme,
He rallied his 'teens with a daring dream.
"Fear not," he cried, "for we are strong,
In the world of 'jaks, we belong!"
With a wave of his hand, the battle began,
The trolls advanced, with a sinister plan.
But Froot stood firm, his resolve like steel,
For his kingdom's fate, he would seal.
The 'teens fought back with humor and wit,
Turning every insult into a skit.
The trolls were baffled, their strength undone,
By the power of laughter, the battle was won.
In the end, Lord Froot stood tall and proud,
Among his 'teens, a victorious crowd.
His orange glow shone brighter than before,
A symbol of hope, forever more.
And so, in the Land of Eternal Sharts,
Froot reigns supreme, the very best.
A lord of 'jaks, a king so true,
In every jest, his spirit grew.
The 'teens still gather, from near and far,
To honor their lord, their guiding star.
For in the realm where 'jakking reigns,
Froot's legacy forever remains.
