In the grass, so small and sly
Weedle creeps where shadows lie
Tiny horn, a sharp defense
Moving through the wilderness
Golden body, swift and small
Weaving through the trees so tall
Weedle, with your quiet might
Surviving every hidden fight
Poison sharp within your sting
Nature's warning that you bring
Weedle, crawling day by day
In your world, you find your way
Leaves and branches, paths unknown
Every step, a world you own
Weedle, patient, calm, and keen
Blending where you're seldom seen
Through the forest, bold you strive
Proof that even small things thrive
Weedle, with your steady climb
Growing stronger, biding time
Silent strength, a quiet spark
Guided by the forest's mark
Weedle, small yet fierce and free
A tiny force of destiny