Oh, the pulchra has such fangs, dear,
And she shows them pearly white.
Just two jackknives has G. pulchra,
And she keeps 'em out of sight.
You know when that T bites with her fangs, babe,
Cricket juices start to spread.
Fancy palps, though, wears G. pulchra, babe,
So there's never, never a trace of guts.