On the first of MayToads grow fat on stolen HostsIn little boxes crucifiedBled and divinedWhen all the girlsSuckle beasts within their armsPact-bound familiarsSpill their guts on secrets spiedOn Midsummerôs nightAll true love is undisguisedIn philtres foul by lasses cowledBrewed and derivedSome fat of an unbaptized babeA finger of a corpseDug up from the graveDating with WitchraftAnd come the FallWhen the fires light the nightSummerôs love grown old and sadWill die awayOn Samhainôs eveBlood of swine will wash them cleanFrom the memories good and badThe spells of MayAnd for those still in dreamSummerôs green eternallyStolen away by the SidheNoone knows theyôve ever beenA tongue of a snakeThe head of a dogGround mummyôs powderPiss and snot