Never will I dance to the tune of jungle dwarves.
They create mental illusions to distort the real rhythm.
Their efficacy is to rid you of your happiness,
Grip your innocence and catapult you into everlasting tears.

Bloodthirsters and doom pronouncers.
They wish you well by mouth but in deeds set traps ahead.
Wolves in sheep's skin who make merry at your backslide.
Pretends to be one of your kind but your success they bind.

They are the masters of camouflage
Appear green when in leaves and attack when least expected
Their venoms are packaged and attractive
Professional supplanters and strategic sinners.

They hover everywhere like air
Mighty even falls prey
Tread cautiously to avoid their schemes.