We cannot have, they’re much too forward.

“Our berries, fruits, and honeydew

Would disappear by magic sure,

If we these creatures should invite—

Their very names I can’t endure!

“The flowers we’ll invite this time,

And by the fireflies’ light we’ll see

Their various shades of every hue,

And all their gorgeous broidery”

said Rhymo, who never lost an opportunity to make poetry.