Ode to Phoenix Wright

Screaming "Objection" at the top of his voice

He calmly points out that the witness is lying

Whether his hunch is right or wrong he has no choice

His client is two seconds away from dying

He stands in court behind his wooden booth

Sending the judge his death glare

His only goal to find the truth

And lay the case open bare

Grasping for straws and bluffing his way through

He fights the prosecution's case

Until there's only one thing for the judge left to do

Declare "Not guilty" at his usual, slow, pace

And someday, I think it's safe to say

He'll work at a bar playing poker all day