congregation of toads

o, sweet mad steve
on a hallowed eve
bright bonnie blesses
wee toads in dresses
of red and sumptuous silk

with father’s fiddle
in hand he diddles
grand at croaking flocks
in laced slimy frocks
splashing in bowls of milk

“leap and croon”
he summons the moon
“now bow your head
to these toads in red”
says this priest less than wise

yet even he
as gleeful can be
has enough sense
to get him hence
ere the cruel sun should arise