In the Matchyverse, bright and wide,
Where stars bounce and colors glide,
Where planets wear socks and the moon wears a hat
There lives a small flame who does NOT like all that.
His name is Zazz.
King Zazz, he'd prefer.
Small as a candle.
Rough as a bur.
With two big eyes
And a crackling purr.
He flickers.
He flares.
He zips through the night.
He looks like a spark.
But get ready to fight...
Because not all sparks are sources of light.
Far, far off — not left, not right —
Not up, not down, not dark, not light —
Where mountains pout
And raindrops shout.
A world turned upside out.
The wind lags and drags.
The river zigs and zags.
The trees grow tall…
Then shrink down small.
Why does nothing stay the same?
Because the mighty King Zazz
Is rewriting the game.
He snaps one spark —
The skies crack and fray.
He twirls his flame —
The clocks skip a day.
In this wild land of pop and fizz,
Whatever Zazz says —
That’s what is.
But oh me! Oh my! Oh yes! Oh no!
His flame does not just flicker and glow.
It splashes the sky in a colorful flow.
It bends the light.
It stains the air.
It paints new colors everywhere.
When Zazz feels calm, the blue runs deep —
A soothing balm. The mountains sleep.
When Zazz burns hot — CRACK! FLASH! RED! —
Raging lava leaps overhead.
When Zazz turns sly, a purple gleam
Slips through every hidden dream.
But when his spark goes sharp and green —
The strangest glitches split the scene.
His feelings don’t just spark and blaze —
They twist the world in a thousand ways.
Now Zazz does not stomp alone — oh no.
He takes the stage. He runs the show.
He slips inside a jester shell,
With metal grin and ringing bell.
And when he sparks — the troupe awakes.
Stripey smiles and clanking knees.
Short ones. Tall ones.
Wide ones too.
They march in lines of black and blue.
But when Zazz grins — FLASH! WHOOSH! —
The whole world jolts with a glitchy swoosh.
They twitch.
They twist.
They skip. They slide.
Because King Zazz
Is grinning inside.
When Zazz is near — heroes beware!
This tiny, little spark doesn't like to share!
But listen close, brave friend of fun…
Every spark can be outdone.
For even a flame
That twists the sky
Must face the ones
Who always ask…
Why?
