The stall had a token in view. Roosar asked, "Just what does this do?" The shopkeeper there In the midst of the fair Said, "It grants one wish, maybe two." The boy-dressed shopper craved a wish; She paid out the price of a fish. Roos left willy-nilly But then, feeling silly, Tossed the fool thing in a dish. The lust Ruk girls have, though, runs deep; Tension oft keeps them from sleep. The moon high above her, Her hand her sole lover, The lack of release made Roos weep.

It was then to her bosom she pressed The coin for to give it a test. "I've already been Ruk-ed, "Let me be abducted. "Make me a silk slave, I request." She realized at dawn she'd been mad And quickly undid the wish bad. "I'll be a slave never, "Keep me free forever!" And that used the last wish she had. The next night her friends missed her face. Of Roos they would not find a trace. The second wish failed, The first one prevailed; The pleasure house life she'd embrace.