Puck

Cool breeze, sheltering trees, Deep within the glen- All around the sound, Footsteps fall of little men Puck sits adressing the arrogant man Now look quick Tell me what you see, Too late, By fate! You belong to me! Your wit slipped a bit, Words have gone too far Now it's true that I'll turn you, Straight into the ass you are. By what right on this night, Do I make my claim Mortal fool, know you That Puck is my name!