Today you were a quadruped.
Your curiosity had prodded you
to undertake investigation of what
beasts on a quartet of feet go through.
You liked the planted sturdiness a lot –
yet you were careful to decide on it
on the condition that you get a lumpy
back so nobody would want to ride on it.
Got the back. Day went well. But hell!
Can’t recollect the trick! You’re vexed.
Forgot that quick shape-shifting spell!
You’d hoped to be a Rockette next.