Her inkbottle has been smashed,
Her schoolbag needs to be washed,
There are green stains on her wings,
And on her cheeks, but she sings:
- I'm a predator with crown,
The oak tree I shall throw down
'cause I have no ink, no crayon,
Tree-beetles”” I'm one in a million!
Then they opened the schoolbag
Their crayons out they drag:
Dark-green, ember-red, light blue
Black and nectar-yellow, too.