Bigod 20 - The Bog

Revealed, underlined in a sudden gust of wind The profile of a man raises under the moon Uncovered and tiny, overlooking the fen Water meadowland and small shot for the ducks He walks in the mud, moves aside the reeds No clapping of wings, no motions around. Just the singing wind in an ominous silence. Chorus: I'll take you down there (under the moon) No presence of fowl, the fen is a desert Said a man of poise with a drawling voice The grounds are alive and the wind has dropped The fen is awakened and follows the steps Chorus See how my tentacles got you under control You're already caught in the palm of my hand You're easy to swallow, I'm sucking your back I'm taking your ankles -- You're back into the bog I'm taking your legs... I'm taking your knees