Deep in the forest of Ironbirck Grove, 

Lived a small faery named Amin Rove.

She lived off the fruit of the Orange Blossom trees

And she made all her friends of the birds, and the bees

She was innocent and free, and her heart – it was wild

But her touch was gentle and he temper quite mild

She guarded the forests, its lands and its creatures

Tended its growth, and cultured its features

It was a great sorrow, she met an early grave

Though try as they might, none could save

No matter how far her body may be

Her heart lives on in Ironbirck’s trees

So next time you’re walking with Jackson, or Kotch

Remember, Amin Rove is keeping her watch.