I came upon a masked stranger,

stirring porridge in the heat.

He asked if I was in danger,

and offered me a seat.

 

I said that I felt lethargic,

and could use a bit to eat.

He insisted that I seemed sick,

and must get off my feet.

 

He went into his wee abode,

a cottage on the treeline.

He soon returned with a huge toad,

and a cat he called Ms. Feline.

 

He zoomed about like a firefly,

then said, “It’s time to dine!”

He opened a bottle, then did cry,

“After dinner you will feel fine!”