I think that ol' Petey here desevers a little poetry. So let's give it a shot...
Petey Piranha, his noggin's so huge,
When golfing he spins like a big centrifuge.
He flies over town, the brown goo that he vomits
Makes such a huge mess that is ruins the calm; it's
A wonder the townsfolk don't go and take arm
To kick ol' Petey out - much to his alarm.
Oh, Petey Piranha, while driving the road,
His weight far exceeds that of Yoshi or Toad.
With items that mimic those thrown by his foes,
He speeds down the track, oh, how swiftly he goes!
Petey, oh Petey, the flora du jour,
A king among plants; though a tyrant, for sure.
But what lies ahead in ol' Petey's career?
Time, now shall tell us; with time it comes clear.
Go Moon!