The Mad Druid's Song
being a pastiche on Lewis Carroll's
      The Mad Gardener's Song


He thought he saw a ritual
To Bergelmir and Frey:
He looked again, and found it was
An empty bowl of clay.
``But if you speak of Thor,'' he said,
``My music will not play.''

He thought he saw an old oak stump
Used as an altar-place:
He looked again, and found it was
A field of Queen Anne's lace.
``An offering to Zeus!'' he cried,
``Or else I shall give chase.''

He thought he saw a piece of silver
Shining in the Well:
He looked again, and found it was
A method to foretell.
``I must head off to rit,'' he said,
``'Tis my turn to ring the bell.''

He thought he saw a Mjolnir shape
Engraved upon a knife:
He looked again, and found it was
A surcease from all strife.
``An awen on my palm,'' he said,
``Would last me my whole life.''

He thought he saw two lovers bold
Groping on the green:
He looked again, and found it was
The age of England's Queen.
``Don't bother me,'' he said, ``for now
I'm nowhere to be seen.''

He thought he saw a ghostly shape
In the fog one night:
He looked again, and found it was
A classic Bealtainn rite.
``I fear my laptop's crashed,'' he said,
``The screen is solid white.''

He thought he saw a sticky-note
Upon the water-tap:
He looked again, and found it was
A brief, refreshing nap.
``Don't wake me up,'' he said, ``or else
My sanity shall snap.''

He thought he saw a website page
With maps of sacred sites:
He looked again, and found it was
Two rats about to fight.
``I hope,'' he said, ``this means that I
Can seek the dawning light.''

He thought he saw an Archdruid
Honouring the Sidhe:
He looked again, and found it was
A doctor's office fee.
``As purple as this is,'' he said,
``Just think if you were me!''