Drun was done with everyone
So she dressed herself in cactus spines
And attracted more to her than ever.

Lizards climbed her, spiders spun,
Birds built nests, vines entwined,
She’d overshot on clever.

People loved Drun’s fashionable glory,
They wore cac spines of their own
And declared Drun as their king.

You want a moral to this story?
Get more creative ’bout being alone!
Or realize there’s no such thing.