Woodlouse wanders around the Staatsoper
with a little woodlouse-sized top hat
and a diamond-tipped cane with
'woodlouse'
etched down the shaft.
Actually, the gem is paste,
but at these dimensions
all but the keenest eyes
are taken in. Besides, Woodlouse
is here to listen to some Mozart,
not flaunt his considerable wealth.
The conductor lifts his baton.
Already, Woodlouse can see
this will be a class act;
he fiddles his little legs with glee.
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