Through the air where echoes play
Mr Mime controls the way
A trick unseen, a wall so thin
A world where fiction starts to spin
Through the mind, your craft is real
A force of tricks none can reveal
Mr Mime, with hands so sly
A story drawn before the eye
Every move, the world bends back
A path that none can see or track
Mr Mime, shifting, quick and bold
A tale that few have ever told
In the game, your tricks remain
A silent art, a moving chain
Mr Mime, a mystery deep
A secret none have dared to keep
With each step, the walls arise
A cage unseen to wandering eyes
Mr Mime, forever strange
A master of the mind's own range