We have with us

Such a strange creature

A man who has no real features

I cannot say I know his face

But I recognise the noise he makes

A ticking sound just like a clock

Perhaps thats why his friends name was tock

A curious man

Neither sweet nor kind

In fact he’d probably rob you blind

Next up we have a small child

Incredibly smart, but fiesty and wild

She goes by the name Sylvia

Who knows if thats true

But I get the sense she’ll never trust you

She can be generous, and sweet at times

Not really a fan of being linked to crimes

And finally we have a man

Who really rounds out our ragtag clan

Spectral arms to help him fight

Silent and swift, like a bat in the night

Hes sweet but mysterious

Kind but always so serious

Perhaps in time a softer side will arise

Or maybe he’ll stay solemn and wise

Only time will tell,

Princess Anne with her pony High Jinks