None can tell, what they think of
None can guess, what they really offer
In different shades, they approach you
In diverse sizes, they appreciate you
They proudly confess, to fly you far
They pamper you, to fall for them
They splash you, with their fat purse
They spend flashily, to tame you plainly.
Those with suits, after your soup
Those with ships, after your soul
Their weird thirst, don\'t ever surrender
Their weighty wick, don\'t ever serve.
To calm you, so to pull your coat
To caress you, softly to prick your candy
They distance themselves, to pick other trees
They dance away, to destroy other twigs.