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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.

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