Cool breeze, sheltering trees,
Deep within the glenAll around, sound, on the ground,
Footsteps fall of little menNow 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 farNow it?s true that I?ll turn you,
straight into the ass you areBy what right on this night,
do I make my claimMortal fool, know you
that Puck is my name! 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 handAnd with this thing I can bring
chaos into Faerie LandA warm drop from the top,
and we all will see
as it cools, what fools
these mortals can be! (chorus).
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