Transmogrified
It’s odd, but a peach tree first starts with a prune.
To end up on Mars, you will leave from the moon.
A lasting commitment oft starts with a swoon,
And most of your children began with a spoon.
You’ve got to inhale first to make a balloon;
You’ve got to take note before singing a tune.
It’s hard to get tipsy without a saloon.
Before there are butterflies, there’s a cocoon.
You don’t get a pirate without a doubloon.
You start out one way, get transmogrified soon,
But the one who starts crazy still ends up a loon.
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