It matches right down to my underwear.
All who behold it break into song,
Their admiration is far from wrong.
I walk down the street to a chorus of praise,
The beauteous subject of everyone’s gaze.
I’m less than what is called ‘average’ height,
But this doesn’t diminish my dazzling light.
Wherever I travel I draw a crowd
of people pointing and gasping aloud,
But little do they know, beneath the clothes,
I’m really ten rats and a kakapo.
(We are touring New Zealand.)