Grover Underwood

In the world of Percy's quests and fate,

Stands a satyr named Grover, ever so

great.

With gentle eyes and a heart so kind,

A protector of nature, in his way,

defined.

At Camp Half-Blood, his flute would sing,

A melody that brought solace to the

wing.

Yet, beneath that gentle and timid guise,

Lay an act of courage that often took us

by Surprise.

A seeker of Pan, the god of the wild,

Through forests dark and lands so wild.

With empathy for creatures, great and

small,

Grover's quest was a noble call.

He sensed the danger, the impending

storm,

Guiding his friends and keeping them

warm.

In battles against monsters, he'd stand

tall,

Despite the odds and fear that could

befall.

So let us honor Grover, with respect and

Grace,

In the demigod's world, he found his

place.

A loyal friend whose heart was pure,

Grover Underwood, forever we'll adore.