From Bandle City's depths, a hero arose,
With stealth and cunning, his legend grows.
With each dart flung, and each foe met,
He fights for justice, without regret.

A toxic hero, in a fungal guise,
Each shot a surprise, to the enemy's eyes.
Through strategy and guile, and cunning lore,
He stands as a guardian, forevermore.

With speed unmatched, he darts around,
His foes bewildered, by each toxic round.
With each step taken, and each trap set,
He protects his homeland, without regret.

A fungal hero, in the battlefield's haze,
Each trap a puzzle, in his dexterous maze.
Through agility and wit, and cunning lore,
He stands as a guardian, forevermore.

In the heart of battle, and the enemy's scorn,
He fights undaunted, since the day he was born.
With poison and stealth, in every move,
He defends his homeland, in the fungal groove.

A toxic hero, in the darkness' embrace,
Each victory a testament, to his grace.
Through cunning and stealth, and cunning lore,
He stands as a guardian, forevermore.

In the quiet of night, and the city's hum,
He fights on, until the battle's done.
With toxic resolve, and fungal lore,
Teemo's legend grows, forevermore.