The lyrics tell a tale of living underground, While the other player fills their chest, treasures abound. One’s just a bow, hitting advancements with glee, While the other’s a hoe, without enchantments to see.
The chorus sings of poppies and roses so true, And settling down once the cave is hollowed through. The adventure in the nether, for glowstone so bright, More than just a resource bot, there’s more to the fight.
The world turns hardcore, with plans ahead in sight, But why did they not bake bread, oh what a plight. Poppies and roses, a love story so deep, But settling down surely, once the cave’s secrets they keep.
So in the Minecraft world, where the parodies play, The story unfolds in a rhyming display. A little less love garden, a little more “sinking feeling” in the air, In the Minecraft world, where the players dare.
