The Mountain Goats: Faithless Bacchant Song
Album: Bitter Melon Farm (1999)
I came up to a clearing
where the cross currents cooled my face
I would’ve sat down there in the middle
I would’ve rested just a little
But for the fire-bellied toads
See the ground was wet and they were everywhere
Fire-bellied toad number five
From what may or may not have been unlimited series
Opened up his little mouth
As though to speak
And then he spoke
And then he spoke to me, and he said
“You can’t holler down a rain barrel
You can’t climb around a tree
I don’t want to play in your yard
If you won’t be good to me.”
Honey, it was downright creepy