He fell into deep thought and rhymes came strung
Faster than speech might have kept pace with them.
The Snake, the Bull!
What laughter was it, ended
His allegory and startled the graceful hare
That secure in the mist came leaping down towards him?
Witch in disguise, emissary of witches?
Swiftly he takes a stone up, hurls it at her,
Chases her, bawling childish angry threats;
She screams. Now with red shame sorrow floods back