So often the story is told That the world was saved By four juvenile heroes So often the story is told That we owe our lives To those four kids So often the story is told That the Chosen Four Have been cemented into our mind So often the story is told wrong; Let me tell you the story The way it happened Yes, we owe so much To those little kids And their abilities vast They battled and they fought The minions of Giygas With only a little help But then Giygas retreated Into another timeframe; The kids pursued him quickly! At the end of the line, At the final battle, They were faced With more than any kid could handle Their frames battered Their spirits weary They began to pray And silently, everyone answered Giving them the strength They needed to persevere And that day Giygas was destroyed By the prayers of six billion people And many animals and other creatures The story of Giygas's defeat By the little Chosen Four Is only half true For without the Chosen Six Billion The last battle could not have been won - We are all heroes, each and everyone.