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!