O, joy! Easy prey.
Little Opal, little Opal
Untainted by grime and filth
A pure salt-glass pearl, plucked
Fresh from earthy womb, a
Cesarean, cerulean crystal.
Let us polish you, embolden you
Cut you down to size
What size?
Why, the size of the finger
Who bears the ring, of course!

Look! A silver band,
Lovely with your eyes, dear
You needn’t fear
So long as you fit, dear.
And if you don’t?
Don’t worry your darling head, dear
You fit just fine.

Though you’ve lost something
Opalescent luster
Gone!
Quite gone
Your rainbow, velvet glow.
Alas, too sad!
Take heart, little Opal
You fit all the same.