what does it matter, little grasshopper
that you can talk and sing
of sun and grass,
your words on our deaf ears play
all we have are claws which grip
and an acid laden tail
to speed you on your way
black is our hide
and dark is our heart
here no sunbeams play
sunshine and song we despise,
be warned ye who try to mend
our gloomy ways
hiding ,hidden, hid
among stone, rock and cracks
we like to chatter in the shade
be nice to us and
we'll sting you to death
for we are the fallen grey
alone we wish to seek
and keep the sorcery
the magic of the worlds
alone we will dance
at the twilight sublime
at the fire mystic
us alone, none else
and we refuse to rhyme