“There’s a cloud in the sky,
And it’s wandering by,
And in it I’ll lump,
With a hop, skip, and jump,
For I’m a warlock of evil, I trow.”
(Here the bitch ended with bow-wow-wow.)
The bardling was frightened, as well he mote be,
And he looked around, but nought could he see;
The lanky-legg’d bardling was frightened, odd rat it,
And to tell you the truth, I don’t much wonder at it: