Come hither, come hither Why the haste little one? She ogled the young man Soon to be gone
With amphibian eyes and batrachian throat Slimy and flabby, the mother of toads
A witch of old times, enormous her size Hideous her aspects, malicious her mind She handed a drink, the poisonous brew This philtre of evil he drank from and lo!
His senses were altered and drawn he was soon To her abomination and in the light of the Moon They mingled and wallowed like lovers till dawn Then he was swallowed by the amphibian spawn
Where he was gone In Averoigne no one could tell Only the toads croaked him a farewell
