Doctor, doctor, tell me please
What on earth is my malady?
So many substances clot
The purer pearly color of
The clouds- now shroud-
We certainly sickly sing aloud!
Greetings from the mushroom
Swamps of hairy fairiequeens!
Tonight, the song of the fog is on
And the blisters will fizz
On the frogs bloated stomachs
Sallow-brown, or goblin-green,
Who rock themselves
Silly upon rotten lillies.