The Friends

   O Satyr come,   and suck my thumb

   'cos you're a little fawn,   and you need me

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   On hoofy feet,   through the windy wheat

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   'cos you're a little fawn,   and I'll feed thee

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   Down the delly way,    with your belly grey

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   I’ve some fruit and nuts,   and a reed-oh

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   And I'll skip with you,    in the midnight blue

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   And carve fluting pipes, for you to play on

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   In the deeply dark,   when the wolves loom large

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   I've a snuggly nook,  'neath the meadow

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   Where you'll sleep and be,     curled and friends with me

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   Through the evil night,  till starling morning