0 Satyr come 

and suck my thumb 

'cos you're a little fawn 

and you need me. 



On hoofy feet 

through the windy wheat 

'cos you're a little fawn 

and I'll feed thee. 



Down the delly way 

with your belly grey 

I've some fruit and nuts 

and a reed 0. 



And I'll skip with you 

in the midnight blue 

and carve fluting pipes 

for you to play on. 



In the deeply dark 

when the wolves loom large 

I've a snuggly nook 

'neath the meadow. 



Where you'll sleep and be 

curled and friends with me 

through the evil night 

till starling morning.