Elphaba

I can still breed all the offspring
That I've paired and nested for
I can hatch the eggs I wanted:

I know:
But I won't wing it -
No - I can't wing it
Anymore:

Something has changed in Sornieth
Something is not the same
The color wheel is expanding
In this pixel-dragons game
Too big for guesstimating
The options are too deep
It's time to visit the Workshop
Atop the Spiral Keep!

It's time to scry
With Foresee Progeny
I think I'll try
Predict Morphology
While on breeding cooldown!

Can you lend an empathetic hand?
I need the staff of a Longneck Mender:

I've got these extra trinkets
'cause battling drops them so
More than Swipp will exchange
And what Crim wants, you never know!
Too long they've sat in my hoard
I was too bored to convert for cost
But where they're stored
It's just where that stuff got tossed!
I'd sooner buy
Some slime for alchemy
Skinks I'll find
For high-level alchemy
When Baldwin's Brew cools down:
Let's pool our resources. Think of what we could brew, together.

Like amulets
Earrings, cuffs and amulets
Craft apparel will flood the scene
Like you've never seen
Lab coats -
Rubber gloves, the way we planned 'em

If we both put a hand in

There's no shortage of Soylent Green
Just you and I
Transmuting recipes
It's your and my
Craft microbrewery

Are you getting this down?
Well? Are you reducing?

I hope this keeps up
Now that I'm using this

I hope
I have enough Sizzling Phosphorus

I really hope I get it
And it doesn't end up sentient

Though if it's cheerful, in the end
It could still be a valued friend:

And if you want to reach me
Go to the Starfall Isles!
If the Arcanist is there just start with:
"I need some Wicked style!"
And if he's feeling scopey
He's sure to locate me
And once he's found me
Those pink eyes will glow bright green
He'll know I am
Leveling alchemy
I'm brewing my
Own cosmic deity
I'll bring the heavens down!
And no dragon in Sornieth
No Windsinger with all his breath
Is ever gonna cool me down!