All was safe, put well in the bag,
Thought I, when, on the way, a hag
Cackled with a laugh in a maddening fit,
BUT SHOULDN’T YOU PUT THE BAG IN IT?
Ha-HA, then vanished like a breath of air.
I wasn’t sure of when or where
Only that I had to catch my breath
And felt I’d seen a shade of death
Though now and then I half surmise
That what she said was halfway wise,
Resuming my jagged way alone
Uncertain of the way now, or the crone.