Song of the Marsh-Toad



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When autumn came to Stoorland and the leaves were turning brown,

I heard the ancient marsh-toad speak

in Stock-Brook when the sun was down.

 

He showed me then the harvest moon with starlight for a crown

That shone upon the steady flow

of Stock-Brook when the sun was down.

 

He told me of the summer days before the chill came down,

Of light-bugs dancing in the breeze

near Stock-Brook when the sun was down

 

The Golden Perch is stocked with ale, enough in which to drown,

But here I'll hear the marsh toad's tale

by Stock-Brook while the sun goes down.