<MechaMeowth> 1: The thunder brutalizes the bluff; wards off the offensive of the grave!
<MechaMeowth> 2: The trident sweeps facing the rapids; conceals the terror of the maze!
<MechaMeowth> 3: The cherry blossom sings through the glade; scatters the cut of the barrens!
<MechaMeowth> 4: The gold fox speaks by the beach; guards against the beauty of the sky!
<MechaMeowth> 5: The southern cross tumbles within the marsh; waves away the quickening of the stone!