T'was the month of Winter and all through the ship,
Not a gizka was squawking, not even a bit.
The passengers were snuggled, sleeping in their assigned bunk,
Except one Mandalorian, who was awake and slightly drunk.
As he sat at the table, a mug of ale at his side,
He stared at a lone gizka, no damage done to his pride.
When from the cargo hold arose such a clatter,
Canderous instantly jumped to see what was the matter,
HK had beaten him to the source of the sound,
His blaster drawn, pointed intently near the ground.
There it sat, a giant grin as it wiggled its butt,
A small, yellow gizka, plump and round like a hutt.
A bundle of