Cool breeze, sheltering trees,

Deep within the glen-

All around, sound, on the ground,

Footsteps fall of little men-

Now look wise, from your eyes,

Tell me what you see,

Too late! By fate!

You belong to me!



Your wit slipped a bit,

words have gone too far-

Now it?s true that I?ll turn you,

straight into the ass you are-

By what right on this night,

do I make my claim-

Mortal fool, know you

that Puck is my name!



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Faeries dance in a frenzied ring,

Elves play pipes and the goblins sing!

Robin Goodfellow will take his queen,

Once upon a midsummer night?s dream!



Love?s fair potion rare,

held within in my hand-

And with this thing I can bring

chaos into Faerie Land-

A warm drop from the top,

and we all will see

as it cools, what fools

these mortals can be!



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