I hear you're roar late at night
You're graceful wingspan, time to take flight
I never ranched you, but I know you're tight!
You would be my monster.
And on Adventures you wouldn't care
Just because there were strays everywhere
With a flick of your claw they'd be gone
You would be my monster
And when the dark day comes
That you needed to retire
You would never be gone
I would use you for combining yeah
So you'd still be there with me...
Just in the form of a Salamander!

And THAT's a little poem I made up while shrineing hundreds of cds!