How can you compete with a beast of eight feet, three hearts and nine brains
A shapeshifter replete so fleet with jet propulsion in a cloud of ink stains
Suction cups for a hand, at home in water but can walk on land, an escape artist
Sealed bottle can escape with toes of tape, of all mollusks the smartest
Tastes with its fingers, to invites seldom lingers, known to keep a pet
To a mate stays true all life through, not interested in anyone else met
When young are born from mother and father life is torn both die
Broken three hearts from mate's body never departs over her corpse he does lie
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