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