Beautiful woman, they say am I. Enchanting the eye of every passerby. Careful, though! My sweetness conceals, A deadly kiss that the night reveals.

I wear a coat of green and drink the dawn like wine, I whisper underfoot and bend when you pass by, I carpet fields and playgrounds but never wear a crown.

Forwards, we're resilient Pests of pestilence best destroyed Backwards, I am brilliant A silent sentinel in the void

I wear a crown but I'm not a king My armor is rough, with spikes that sting. Inside I'm golden, juicy, and sweet.

I boasted great skill and dared a goddess to a weave. My skill shamed the gods, but my hubris brought blight. For now I’m condemned to spin, not cloth but thread, With many legs where once I tread, thus I weave my penance instead.