I made the fatal mistake
Of taking a nap
In a dozing
Anaconda\'s lap
I soon got crushed
Then digested in its guts
Still, now I was having
An out-of-body experience
Inside the warm ambience
Of the snake\'s insides
As it took me for a ride
Through the old forest
Where we met a florist
Who gave us flowers
In exchange for powers
Now she can shed her skin
Almost on a whim
Say goodbye to the seven sins
That snake now slithers
Through her blood-red rivers
The Creator\'s retainers
Can certainly send shivers
Up one\'s spine
Water into wine