How the Kwama Lost His Shoes In the ash and sand of Stoneyfalls the little kwama lost his way He hurps and durps, to his mother calls but the volcanoes do not sway. The Forager passed him burbling then, with sand and skrit upon his back He tripped and lost his fron-right shoe and wished he'd brought some kind of snack. The Worker rawped him chiding then, angry at the loss of time He tripped and lost his back-left shoe and skittered legs-past, up to climb. The Queen found him them cries and leaks all down his face She cracked his chitin for those lost shoes and ate him squealing for his disgrace.