Wander acrosst the unfinished bridge, into the forest past.
The night air is cold, sharp, and blue.
Follow the ***** moon dust path, aglow in their strange torches' pale light.
Don't mind the yellow toothed frog.
Find them, the smallish dark-haired inhabitants, and ask for their advice.

They'll chirp enthusiastically and idulge you happily.
I now live by the words they told me,
"Sleep with red-headed women, mind your manners and never eat ill-mannered birds."