I just took a wrong turn going to church Ended up down by the old white birch So I decided to sit down there at it's roots And up to my shoulder scurried a little newt I liked the little fellow Until in my ear it started to bellow Why are you doing that I asked He said not a thing just pulled out his flask He motioned for me to drink And before I could think I took a big swig And before I knew it I was dancing a jig The swirling and twirling brought me down to my knees The limbs in the tree moved with the breeze And before long I started to wheeze What Mr. Newt what have you done Don't worry dear with us you are becoming one So scurry on up here and sit on the branch By day we watch at night we dance None of this has happened by chance You wished for it, now it is so Back to your life you no longer have to go