Once I saw a player
Who bred fine horses
His horses were topnotch-ers
They were never the worst

From the first greenstar
Success was on the line
They kept getting better
So low price offers were declined

This great breeder
Everyone looked up to him
As one of the best players
For his horses are "crop cream"s

But soon he had to say goodbye
And sold those fine equines
I don't know the reason why
For him to discontinue their bloodlines

He gave his techniques to another
His horses and his words
To a great group of breeders
In this virtual world

But the memories of his success
I know they're sweet and eternal
Don't cry, don't be depressed
About Sylvestrix's farewell