Shall we flutter like virtue from a warm frog's tongue?
Shall we distort a crude convoy of free caged birds?
Shall we hug the devil's own potato?
No... Rather let us turn merry like a throng of bowling St. Vincents.
the gusty wind
sighs
methinks
tis not as long as the sigh of the Frog
but does it
intoxicate
or
"substantiates a Peace
That makes the Ear inordinate
For corporal release "