My Dryad Lover

A playful song about the virtues of being part tree. By Aeran Winterleaf.

Walking through the woods with no care

Well, no big cares, to be fair

And I felt a smack!

And heard a whack!

I was under assault!

I was not even at fault!

Acorns were launched with no end

I was confused, I could not even pretend

But, there I saw it

I had more on my hands than I thought, I admit

But, it rushed at me!

Screaming like a banshee!

I was tackled to the ground

Was quickly bound

But, soon it became clear

Upon my cheek appeared a tear

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