In the land of words where stories are told,
A champion arose, both valiant and bold.
Not clad in armor of steel or of might,
But in wisdom and kindness, a beacon of light.

This hero, so noble, their quest did announce,
To guard every pronoun, with fervor, they'd pounce.
Through valleys of syntax and mountains of prose,
They'd journey to protect where every word grows.

Their name was renowned in the realm of all speech,
A guardian of voices, within reach.
With sword forged from empathy, shield of respect,
They'd face every challenge, no matter how complex.

In kingdoms where "he" and "she" held sway,
They fought for the right of "they" to stay.
For "xe" and "ze" in the lands of the new,
They'd rally the forces, defenders so true.

In the court of grammar, they made their decree,
That every pronoun should be honored, free.
No sentence unspoken, no voice left unheard,
They'd champion each letter, each sound, every word.

Through forests of language, both dense and arcane,
They navigated nuances, the terrain.
With allies of concord and treaties of tense,
They brokered a peace, in language immense.

In battles with ignorance, prejudice too,
They wielded compassion, their aim always true.
For in every pronoun, a person resides,
Each soul with a story, where dignity hides.

In taverns of text and the halls of verse,
Their legend was sung, their praise did immerse.
For all who had witnessed their noble campaign,
Knew well the protector, who'd broken each chain.

So raise now your voices, let harmony ring,
For the protector of pronouns, their praises we sing.
In the annals of language, their tale will endure,
A hero of words, their spirit so pure.