The Investiture of a Spinster Hob-Goblin

OH have you heard the chaunt of snails Tilting upon a big brown leaf, And held the insect world in fief And pared the devil’s gilded nails? And have you parlied with the rose, And seen the ballet of the bats And watched the sloths, our acrobats, Performing at our antic-shows? And have you drunk the tears of stars, And bathed in bubbles of the moon, And heard the gay grasshoppers croon, Who use their bodies as guitars? Then, if you’ve seen the phœnix land Or if a satyr’s beard you’ve sawn, And filed the eye-brows of a faun, We will admit you to our band. The hedonistic unicorns, Who drive our chariots through the sky, Will lead you to our empery Of languid dappled damson dawns.