Ballad of the Windfish

The Gusties flew in gentle lands, with smiling clouds and butterfly strands. They spun, as spirals, light and breezy, making the hero's lazy quest quite easy. With each spin, a twinkle sounded; sometimes, with grace, the hero was surrounded. Never fear, poor windmill frames, for these windy fish spy you endless in aim.

They sailed, onward-looking, with fins gradient, as if the winds were dreamland-sent. They flew at heights disparate and varied, leaving travelers between quite the reason to be wary. If hit you were by a Gusty's trail, shorter would grow your heart-hung tail. And if it took you courage, wisdom, and power, you still couldn't dispatch with them all within the hour.

To Yoshi, the Gusties were instrumental, as that Egg Plant was bound off quite so long ago. Without an endless inventory, Yoshi wished for Gusties like children wished for snow. From the right and from the left, these windy fishies entered, and Yoshi caught them in the center.

The Gusties were friendlies; the Gusties were true. For those lacking yarn balls, the good Gusties'd never give up on you. And when eaten the proud Gusties were, new ones yet sired, shouting to the wind, "Yes, Sir!"