Water—when I climbed to the top of the tall tower, gasping
I looked everywhere for you, but oh, you sneak!
The only moistness was on the back of a slick toad
I grasped at it once and once again; it leapt from my hands like soap!
And so, Water, I ran down the staircase to the underground
Searching the crypt to see if I would find you there
And oh, you sneak! I found your dewdrops on the rattiest
shrouds
And from my candlelight, you winked at me, so cheeky!
I would lick you from a toad, but from a shroud?
….
Yes, as it turns out.
But don’t let it go to your head.
