Thru foris hatch

Or gate wi’ rusted latch

Dillydally’s time thief, the pause at crusted catch

No pixy scents o’ peppered mint, plum pip or cherry glint?

Oh! Sweet Faey!

No sunbeam’s hint

To jiggle & frolic, be merry, be gay?

No words, the sprite nor puck to say?

Not sitteth thee pon fallen limb

 Neath thorny briar, oh reckless whim!

For it was They saw, he tore! At maidens cloth, he/him! 

The callous miller, be he so bold!

Bless her sweet soul, her sorrow not told

For the morrow’s new, memories old

Sweet Faey did dare, to tell her King

Be shut away, ne’r to sing

Or dance her toes on morrow’s dew

No chance to steal a kiss or two

From Frog to Prince

Be not for you…Sweet Faey

Not now, anywaey

 

Fiddle o’ thread that mourns the dead

Silent echoes, nothing said

Jailor's key for coin of gold

How the naked nymph was told!

The words he took, her silence sold

From bracken's hide, no more to sleep

The captor's keep, where woodfolk weep

 

Catched, Caught, Taught

Watch the Words You Say

Ye be locked away today

They shall be gone! It shall be done!

Hail the Kingdom!

As You Were, Son

As You Were, Son

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