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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