The mayor promised double pay, a clever ploy, But he had no emeralds, just a plan to deploy. He hid on the ceiling, thinking he’d escape, But the players found him, no need for a cape.
They searched high and low, in every nook and cranny, Even the forest, but the mayor was uncanny. Finally, they found him, up on the ceiling, A smile and a laugh, and a feeling of healing.
With the players’ watchful eyes, the mayor made it right, Fixing the village, and paying them, contrite. So remember, in Minecraft, the truth will take wing, And even the mayor can learn and sing.