For tropical application only:
Unguents that labyrinth your skin
Into green hideouts
Where only the very agile
Say goodbye to the ground.
In the mossy air of Sog
You will find broken insects,
Whole sigmas of arboreal acclaim.
Hang in there.
Crustacean feelers are rarely wrong.
Before you branch out any further,
Find a hot, moist space, and stay,
Swinging from a creeper that will
Never let you down.