The little white feather, wound its way in the bleakest weather

Swinging this way and that, wind whipping like a cave bat

It lands on the lady's shoulder, a beautiful face and eyes that smolder

She glanced at the feather awhile, before swatting it with a smile

The girl is young and fair, no worries at hand no reason to care

She dances without constrains, a sinner among the saints

She glides this way and that, in high heels and a colorful hat

But then she sees the toad, egging her flair to implode

But the toad's no fool, there's to be no kiss like the stories drool

Its had many a rough encounters, judging by the way it flounders

It fidgets this way and that, like a mouse escaping a cat

It hops aboard the boat, the sails keeping it afloat

The boat’s a little rickety, its masts a little fidgety

Its seen years go by, each one harder to defy

It sailed this way and that, past the seas never flat

Now the captain stands atop its deck, bellowing orders to avoid a wreck

The captain’s old, by the way his skin fold

His neck strained with command, the sailors heeding his every demand

He looks this way and that, marching past the shrouds where the albatross sat

the sailors are weary he thought, the giant bird a feast for his lot

The bird looked at the ancient mariner, and perched itself on a high container

Hanging around the neck was a legend of old, it would fly in the air damp and cold

It flew this way and that, taking no account of the arrow being shot at

The shaft pierced straight through the bird's chest,

Leaving a single feather to detach from its crest.