Oh, butterfly with rainbow-colored wing,
The second of three strapping royal guards,
How gracefully you stand behind our king
Bestowing us the poor with rich rewards.
I long to be inside your chrysalis,
In slumber till I'm strong enough to fight.
Your violinic lullaby is bliss;
The scales you scatter are my guiding light.
With Beelzebub, your message spiritual
Will spread to distant continents and seas.
I shall provide support and spur morale
As soldiers should in bloody wars like these.
Chimera ants are born to rule this sphere;
I follow you, and I have naught to fear.