So harken ye now to the woodland,
Where abounds this happy band.
Watch the unicorns play,
Wherever they may stray,
Playfully change seasons to their liking,
Be it night or day,
In snow or sun forever cavorting.
The bonny faerie world tis weeping,
In the night of the thousand stars,
In the cold, cruel world weeping.
Faeries in Elysium Fields keeping,
Wish to grant sweetest happiness
Ecstacies playful bliss,
Making frenzied joyousness...
From cold winter's joylessness...
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