In the mirrors made of dew
Is it her, is it someone new?
She looks so iridescent, 
Strange, green and fluorescent!

Head, thorax and body swollen,
Legs and c’aws filled with pollen,
Fearful jaws cast in zinc
Are completely dipped in ink!

Ink made of tannin-filled bark,
With squeezed leaves of colour dark,
Good for writing, good for flu,
Good as oil in the lamp, too.

Good to paint a horse on wall,
Funny pictures in your hall,
Good for pouring on a monster,
Turning him into a lobster!