As amid the dark forest it wended its way;
But as no one would answer the first time he spoke,
He considered that p'rhaps it might be a good joke
If the crew on the party came unawares in
As they're dancing, or drinking: things deemed a great sin
By the Abbot, he knows—who had vexed been right sore
When he stumbled on much the same party before.
And truly it did cause a little confusion,
For the liquors just mixed in the greatest profusion
Filled the air with a grateful perfume.