On the wild domain of the African plain
lives a rare and quite unknown Yak,
with large baleful eyes, and horns of great size
and a long woolly mane down its back.
Now this African Yak with the long woolly back
is subject to fainting and fits:
if - whilst in such a trance - you should catch one, perchance,
you should cut it up small, into bits;
If these pieces are stewed a love potion is brewed:
once taken there's no turning back.
'Tis a love potion famed - the beast is thus named: