One might
Take flight
From the mug
Of a slug
There's little appeal
In the sight of an eel
There's more I suppose
To a pig than his nose
I avoid the display
Of the face of a ray
The octopus charms
By his number of arms
Who's the most, who is the least
Who's the beauty, who the beast
An armadillo had a fright
A human face came into sight