Have you ever wished upon a shooting star
And wondered it it will ever come true?
You don't really have to look very far
For the Wish Maker can grant it for you
After his peaceful thousand years slumber
He emerges from his purple crystalline shell
Only seven days, that's his destined number
Hurry and tell your wish before the farewell
A small white Pokemon, with yellow streamers behind
Three blue rectangles hang from his head, like wish tags
Generous and innocent, he's always happy, always kind
He soars high into the night sky, bright like colorful flags
Such a powerful gift the Wish Maker possess
Always in constant danger when in the wro