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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! CHORUS: 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! REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
