I'm killing me a mandarin,
        I'm sucking it quite dry,
        It seems now to be getting thin,
        Is there a reason why?
        There's orange in my aura now,
        Bubbles like fizzy pop,
        It makes me start to wonder how,
        I can take off the top.
        I twist and turn my head about,
        I wrench and pull and swear,
        Then I give it such a clout,
        I quite mess up my hair.
        The blood that flows is nice and sweet,
        I drink it down with glee,
        A question now - straight to the meat:
        Is this diablerie?

- Handel