The Persistent Faun
I heard it from a woodland fairy
That whispered it so sweet and airy
A silly tale about a faun
That hides himself from early dawn
Until the time twilight appears
And takes away all his fears
So he may scurry in the night
In a flurry left and right
Picking the berries that he deems
Appropriate for the fairy queen
For he loves the queen of the fairies
Which is why the fruit he carries
Is handled with the softest hands
As he travels across the land
To reach the queen by early dawn
The time when he begins to yawn
“I must reach the queen” You’ll hear his pleas
But the sunrise burns, so he must flee
Far back into the darkest wood
Back to his stump where he once stood
On the evening of the night before
Thinking that he’ll try once more
But everyday he fails the same
Running from the burning flame
Of the sun at early dawn
He’s such a persistent little faun.
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