Thursday, October the 9th, 2008

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A Rustic Lesson

Oh the farmer's dancing round a pit. He's trapped Beelzebub in it. Upon a branch a warbling tit sings: We have chained the devil-oh.

The farmer tramples in the muck. His belly's full of boiled duck. A chicken makes a warning cluck, says: The devil's loosed his chains-oh.

The sky above is a sudden black. The devil leaps up on the farmer's back. He puts the farmer in a sack and he jumps back into the pit-oh.

The chicken clucks and the tit still sings. It beats its frozen little wings. Oh rustics, you must learn these things: Don't try to chain the devil-oh.

Till your fields and hoe your ground. Harrow the earth and don't look round when you hear that awful sound: The devil's boiling the farmer-oh.

That duck he ate avenged its fate. It took Baal's shape and had Baal's hate. The farmer learned that much too late, and he'll dance no more round the pit-oh.