One day whilst out exploring in some far flung foreign cornerI took respite from my journey to admire the local faunaWhen from the twilight distance a peel of bells and laughterSet my heart-strings fluttering like bats through chapel raftersOn entering a clearing I did sense impending perilBeheld a Gypsy wench with flashing eyes bright, sharp and feralShe smiled at me so sweetly, bit a lip that smacked of dangerGave a look fit to disarm this poor, unwitting strangerHer rhythm pounced upon meIt trounced me in a triceThat charm she wove about meGripped me tighter than any viceShe spoke in tongues above meThough I cast my eyes to ChristYou'd need the virtue of a saintTo not succumbAnd overcome this polkageistArms of ivory-strummed perfection summoned me toward the middlePan warmed up his pipes, heard Herne a-plucking at the fiddleShe wrapped herself about me, felt her hot breath at my earDanced a horizontal polka down the path to Hell I fearWe're on a path to Hell I fear!Her rhythm pounced upon meIt trounced me in a triceThat charm she wove about meGripped me tighter than any viceShe spoke in tongues above meThough I cast my eyes to ChristYou'd need the virtue of a saintTo not succumbAnd overcome this polkageist[The Horny Huntress:]"A spirit sent to haunt youTaunting all your earthly daysSatyrs vaunt cavortingTo the reel Cernunnos playsI head our wild processionEvery beast from man to mouseFinds freedom in possessionPolkageist is in the house!"Juice of fruit beyond forbiddenDripping slowly from her fingersShe took my hand and led meTo that place where cunning lingersHer rhythm pounced upon meIt trounced me in a triceThat charm she wove about meGripped me tighter than any viceShe spoke in tongues above meThough I cast my eyes to ChristYou'd need the virtue of a saintTo not succumbAnd overcome this polkageistPolkageistShe is my polkageist
