(ZD)
My dear. I hope that you get the message of this letter.
19 years and I thought that maybe I would be better.
But all this time at sea might just be stabbin at me heart strings.
Rhythem and rhymin can only do so many things.
But that's alright. I'm hopin you'll stick tight for me.
Sarge say's we might make it home with a symphony.
Of crowds cheering for us. We'll have beat the evil tyrant.
Legends written reguardless of the deeds of a servant.
Never mind the services of a soldier meant to clean.
A hero of the novices a treasure to be seen.
I'm only writing hypothesies of a conflict that will decide our species course
I'm sorry if these stories lead to a further remorse.
Listen for my song. listen for my stories.
I won't be gone for long, I'll return several stories higher!
Our future will be brighter. I'll hold you even tightter.
A navalman at sea with brothers standing together.

(Ditherer)
What a clever Clover
Got the wet abode of seaponies
Need a little starving to invent a rotor
Or get a center over any piece of dry land
Getting deep instead he wrote with enemies in mind, planned
Books were interned - shook, look to windward
Pegasi tribe’s on the march, look a bit worse
Need rooks to insert, flee crooks amid lurch
Keep calm and carry on, keep hooks to blister
Other unicorns at home are waiting for the new land
He doesn’t think his ship is gonna make it but they do fast
Just isn’t too fast - got a lot of competish
New world of rivals and the rumors of the goddesses.
They listen for his song, and they listen for his stories
And he won’t be gone for long, she’ll be with him several stories higher
Future brighter with a new excuse to write her
And the summit comes, peace talks, moving soon to skyward.