People eat bread
and my name's the same
as the beast named "tapir"-
he eats dreams, it's said

and sheep eat paper, too
and bedbugs suck your blood-

and back again to people:
some people come to eat people,
some go out to eat them as well.

And having said that,
there's this to tell:

In the Ryûkyûs lives a tree
they call ummagi.
As a tree its looks are rather poor-
they're something like a poet's!

It always stands in graveyards
and grows by eating woes they say,
sad voices, flowing tears
from those who come to pray-

there is a strange tree
they call ummagi