You took me from the land I knew Neopia, from it you flew From the desert, from the woods From the lands with all the goods From the faeries, from the sand From the new Tyrannian band You then flew to other places Where they had no Poogle Races I told you once, I told you twice I don't want this plain white rice I always want the assorted kind In Neopia, there you can find I miss the pets, I miss the food I miss the people who were not rude I once loved, now I hate I want to find the exit gate I want to return, but it is blocked I am so angry I cannot be mocked I want to go back, far from here In Neopia, I have no fear Someday I'll return, I'll be back I'll be waiting to destroy this shack.