Holding Out for a Ditto
Where have all the humans gone and where are all the ’mons? Where are the professors with their loyal Espeons? Shall there be a Pokémon who’ll come and take the lead? Late at night my vines tangle up as I dream of what I need.
I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto till the end of the night. They need to be smart And they need to have heart And they need to be a Normal-type.
I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto till the light of the morn. They need to be tough, Amorphous and stuff, And need to be good with transform. Good with transform.
Late at night I speak of hope but the words seem balderdash. What good future has a world of bleak volcanic ash? “Catch ’em all!” they used to say, but now there’s none to find. I miss every one of them, well, except for Mr. Mime.
Oooh! I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto that can water this grass. It’s gotten quite dry With no rain in the sky As the years they continue to pass.
I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto that can gather these rocks. They’re strewn all around And cover the ground In a manner quite unorthodox.
I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto who can break all these blocks.
Up where the mountains brim with bright copper ore, Out on the strangely vacant sea, I wonder if my humans are remembering me. By the wind and the waves and the sky, By the sun and the moon, I imagine that something will surely change soon.
Oooh! Oooh! I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto who can salvage this world. To rebuild this place I’d gladly embrace More quickly than a diamond or pearl.
I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto who can make me a home. My family is gone, I’m an old Pokémon, And I’m tired of being alone!
I need a Ditto! I’m holding out for a Ditto, or at least an Unown.














