I've got a secret treasure,
it's got a secret shine
and you never will see it
because it's mine, all mine.

I found my secret treasure
in the far fields one day,
clutched in the beak of a great black crow
hung downside up and gently a-sway

at the end of a red silk sash
pinned by a thorn to a wise oak tree.
My treasure gleamed! My treasure Shone!
My treasure whispered, "Return with me. . ."

". . . across these fields to the world of men,
evermore a world apart
if you swallow me now and allow me to burn
beside your beating heart."

So it was I picked my treasure
from the maw of that dead black crow
and returned to the world of men
from fields you will never know,

my treasure shining upon my tongue,
illuming the deep, dark middle of me -
a secret glow, a glorious light
that none will ever see.