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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