Don't Be Mean to Quina

Quina is no meaner
Than Vivi or Zidane
But if they think you're yummy
They'll have a change of plan

Quina will poke you with her giant fork
Suffocate you with bad breath
The cauldron's heating up, but pork…
Is not what will be left

Quina waddles and Quina toddles
And jumps around in granny clothing
Earth-shaking, doom-making
They'll wolf you down, beware!

They'll use their three-foot tongue
To prod around inside your brain
They are looking for a magic spell
To cause others a lot of pain

It's a good thing Quina did not create
Bertie Botts every flavoured beans
There'd be goblin armpitZhagnol hoofZuu beak nostril And other things obscene

If swirling sand is ice cream
And frogs taste good as well
It makes you wonder where the Frog Drop frog comes from
Or is that just me, oh well

With all this food that they consume
They output a white-wind perfume
Bloated and relaxing? Not from food gourmet
They can make anything delicious
But there's usually a price to pay

You'll not find them mages feeling blue
Unless you're the one that has escaped their stew