In Frog Master Marsh where magic softly hums,

Where starlit fates align in moonlit gleam,

There born was Lester, where the faerie drums

Resound with grace, and cast a wondrous dream.

His coat, a quilt of shimmering, mystic light,

Adorned by Fae Queen’s blessing, glows with pride,

Each prance a dance, each step a pure delight,

Wherever he treads, enchantments do abide.

His mane, a cascade of iridescent streams,

Transforms the mundane into grandeur rare,

With joy and wonder he fulfills the dreams

Of those who treat him with a loving care.

So Lester roams, a herald of delight,

Spreading his magic in the soft moonlight.

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