The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre   Winds of the marsh lightly blew   Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders   Hunters of pity she slew      Chariots of silk she rode   Stallions of gold she owned      A mad mage with a maid on his eyebrows   Hunteth the realm for a God   Who could teach him the craft of decanting   The glassy entrails of a frog      The bard of my birth with his ballet   Walked the wild worlds in the chase   For the black chested canary   Who as a moose can sing bass