I am a shrew
I see a leaf
With yummy nectar for a feast
I lick the glue
But I feel funny
I’ve got a rumbly in my tummy
Good, it’s true
It has a hole
Wide like shrew-shaped toilet bowl
And so I poo
I feel no sorrow
I’ll come and lick this plant tomorrow

Scat plants. Thank god we can’t hear them speak. Who knows what they have to say.