There were toads,
And then there was Henbane,
leaves thick and roots wet and ready for my tongue.
Oh, to be seduced by the Devil’s eye, even in my sleep
Toads croak- croaking away in my dreams,
Baba Yaga still wants her toads,
And I have been searching,
In every lake, pond, dam, river and stream
I can find toads,
but only in my dreams.