She has a sharp eye and vision
fine,
Which help her always see nothing right.
She takes her chance, her needs fulfilled,
To hurt someone else when she’s unstill.

Smooth are her scales, scutes thick in line,
She twists and turns without a
sign.
She fits her views on others'
ground,
speaks her will, though none
surround.

She thinks herself a queen with
wings,
Yet...