I might look a little scary, but I'm really kind of sweet; Sure I like nice snacks but it's ticks I often eat. I keep my babies my a pocket even though I'm not a 'roo; And playing dead is something special I am known to do.

I walk with kings and crawl with worms, I end all tales and quiet storms. You can't escape, delay, or hide - I take all things, yet never bide. I’ve kissed every creature, both mighty and small.

In the garden, I meant deceit; In infinity, myself I eat. I don't weigh things despite my scales; My venom flows through ancient tales.

Some keep me in their gardens despite the thorns I wear; My good traits overcome the pain from when your skin I tear. A rose by any other name would still smell just as sweet; But I'm more than just a pretty face...I'm wonderful to eat.

You eat me when you admit defeat and I never forget a face I meet; If you give me gifts I'll leave some back, though murder happens when I'm in a pack.