My Dryad Lover
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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
My Dryad lover