| Load of cares, we plod on our way |
| A certain addiction to light |
| Leftovers and gick, a bottle of hay |
| The burrow has been furnished right |
| Shaggy paws, bronzed chitin, membranous pinions |
| Look out your best to avoid the fall into somebody’s clutches |
| Relative truth keeps on the alert |
| Good reasons to gain height |
| Commodious instincts are wide on the mark |
| Our memory is a blank |
| I am an insect of an amazing world |
| I praise my essence sticking to the rules |
| Of the communion sliced into huge folds |
| Hail to my presence with a tremendous boom |
| Crawl, stir, creep, hiss |
| An edible larval chrysalis |
| Self-assured conceited creatures |
| Appointed virtues |
| Unfamiliar with reflection |
| Tiny resourceful destroyers |
| Lethal beauty, fatuous orgasms |
| A voluptuous trend |
| Elaborate traps, a proficient chasm |
| Routine mortal hours |
| I am a human, tetchy and insane |
| Reincarnative with my clasping sting |
| I am a monster of some other kind |
| Hail to my progress in heart-rending fright |
| Tread, sneak, fuss, preen |