Heather Alexander Midsummer

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