The toad road licked my wheels like a sabreWinds of the marsh lightly blewStone jars stacked with stars on her shouldersHunters of pity she slewChariots of silk she rodeStallions of gold she ownedA mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrowsHunteth the realm for a GodWho could teach him the craft of decantingThe glassy entrails of a frogChariots of silk she rodeStallions of gold she ownedThe bard of my birth with his balletWalked the wild worlds in the chaseFor the black chested canaryWho as a moose can sing bass