A sorcerous mage with books of dark lore,
Summons evil with an incantation,
Not learning from men who have gone before,
He proceeds with but slight hesitation.
Incense is burning, the spell is now cast,
Will Saint Toad deign to grant him a blessing?
Or will this wizard become a repast,
Is he sure of his plan or just guessing?
A mist now appears, the candles burn low,
At the gray, loathsome toad-thing's arrival.
"Tsathoggua show me that which I must know,"
Asks the mage with no fear for survival.
The Toad-God approaches, flicks out his tongue,
"All you must know is that you are now dung!"