Though she may be the lone stand on the beach Her stock is always at an arms reach If she ever needs some more She may always check the seashore

Warty hopper, Flies my snack Hypnotic lollipop, Who might lick back I sit and croak, Upon a log, Don't give an F, I'm not a frog

My roots are deep, my branches high, A haven for birds, as they touch the sky, I stand through seasons, strong and true, A symbol of life, for me and you.

Deep in the jungle I am there waiting for your gradual dare

Babbling beggar? Flower in a square? Bend to my mouth, I spit in the air.