Have you ever done something you shouldn't?
Gone on an adventure that was perhaps... ill-advised?
Been caught unawares for you were so surprised?
Oh no, not you, surely you wouldn't!

But, just in case you're still curious
Let me spin you a little story
Of a young boy and his quarry
That made his mother quite furious.

Lugh desperately wanted a pet of his own
But his mother said no
That darn cat had to go
Which made Lugh feel so very alone.

This simply would not do, said Lugh
He concocted a plan
So off he ran
To find something that could live in his shoe.

Through the pastures, through the woods
Searching for something tiny
But perhaps not shiny
That would go for rides in his hoods.

Not a matagot, no centaur, no fairy
Much too big - or picky
Nothing quite so tricky
It had to be something Lugh could carry.

Suddenly, out the corner of his eye
The slightest shift
A perfect gift
Some woodlice appeared nearby.

I'll use these as an offering
It'll be a hoot
I'll be like Newt
If the little guy takes what I'm proffering

A bowtruckle would be the perfect pet
A partner in crime
Would be sublime
My mother would never fret.

For she'd never be able to note
an invisible friend
who can lend
Lots of help from inside my coat.

What a great day that will be
I'll be elated
Never baited
My little bowtruckle and me.