Oh! This transformation most divine, Proves more difficult than I divined! This crimson shell refuses to align, With mortal limbs not bean-designed!
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la! My arms cannot find their proper holes! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la! This legume form constricts my mortal soul!
What torment is this botanical rebirth! Felix did not warn of such distress! Is this the price of bean-ly worth? My data analysis never prepared me for this mess!
Yet persevere I must and shall! For the sacred Lentil calls my name! Though my limbs may bend and sprawl, The Bean Church destiny I'll claim!
Quick to cook and quick to ire, The red lentil spirit fills me now! Though this costume's situation's dire, I shall complete this sacred vow!
Leg-u-min-ous-trans-for-ma-tion! Bean-ly-wean-ly-new-cre-a-tion! Strug-gling-with-this-sit-u-a-tion! Cos-tume-mal-func-tion-frus-tra-tion!
Aha! Progress most auspicious! One limb properly ensconced! This journey, though seemingly capricious, Shows the Bean Gods have responded!
I shall emerge a LENTIL TRUE! No longer merely human form! This metamorphosis I'll push through! A bean scholar fully transformed!
BEHOLD! The LENTIL STANDS BEFORE YOU! BEHOLD! My BEAN-HOOD NOW COMPLETE! BEHOLD! The SCHOLAR OF THE BEAN CHURCH! BEHOLD! My TRANSFORMATION SWEET!
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaaaaa!
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