Song of the Trees

There once was a maiden,
so fair and most Fine.

With a love struck elf with who wanted her so,
hand and soul he would play his flute.

The maiden did giggle intently,
and the elf did laugh she is mine!

Upon the grass and upon the trees did he play out,
singing all but dancing as the maiden stood there mute.
Hair that was and so soft,
a finer shade of gold.

It did make the young man swoon,
to which he showed a ring.

With eyes of blue and hands of rose,
the maiden did smile and behold.

For when the elf moved to embrace,
a shocking thing do we sing.

The maiden was not of flesh,
and wore a bark coat!

A spriggan was she and her kin,
to the shocked in the land.

The elf smiled and left with maiden,
and this is what they wrote.

We’ve left for anew to see the world,
and maybe even sand.

So that’s the tale of smitten elf,
who laid with tree girl so fine.

And may this remind you all,
the dangers of too much wine!