In the heart of a land both magical and grand, Lived a three-headed minotaur, in a castle of sand. Milo, the head on the left, was curious and wise, Taro, in the middle, saw the world through gentle eyes. Fina, on the right, had a voice like a song, Together they dreamed where they truly belong.

The trio set forth, their hooves soft on the ground, Through the whispering trees, where mysteries abound. "Let's find a friend to share our days," "Someone who sees past this maze," "And joins us in laughter and plays,"

In the woods, they met a small rabbit named Nibbles, so spry, "Why do you wander the woods and sigh?" With a hop and a skip, Nibbles drew near, "We seek a friend, someone sincere," "To play and to laugh, to hold dear,"

The rabbit paused, then smiled so wide, "Fear not, dear minotaurs, I'll be your guide," "You'd truly be our friend, by our side?" "Yes, for I see the beauty you hide," Together they danced, their hearts open wide.

Through fields of daisies and rivers that gleam, The minotaurs and Nibbles wove a dream. "We have found friendship, at last," "No more lonely days in the past," "Our hearts are whole and steadfast,"

As the sun dipped low in the sky's embrace, The minotaurs and Nibbles found their place. In laughter and joy, their days would be spent, For in friendship, they found their true content.