My Dryad Lover

A pwayful song about the viwtues of being pawt twee. By Aewan Wintewweaf.

Wawking thwough the woods lith no cawe

Weww, no big cawes, to be faiw

And I fewt a smack!

And heawd a whack!

I was undew assault!

I was not even at fault!

Acowns wewe waunched lith no end

I was confused, I could not even pwetend

But, thewe I saw it

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

But, it wushed at me!

Scweaming like a banshee!

I was tackwed to the gwound

Was quickwy bound

But, soon it became cweaw

Upon my cheek appeawed a teaw

My Dwyad wovew