Plucked from the fields of flowering beauty,
Torn from my mother's adoring bosom,
I am condemned to reign the Underworld,
Queen of the wretched, the damned, and the dead.
I used to be a crocodile.
I knew no risks, no tears, no joy
no excitement to lure me above water,
no work, for it was cut out for me
in the shallows with the small fish,
