The Friends

Oh Satyr come

And suck my thumb

'cos you're a little fawn

And you need me

On hoofy feet

Through the windy wheat

'cos you're a little fawn

And I'll feed thee

Down the delly way

With your belly grey

I've some fruit and nuts

And a reed O

And I'll skip with you

In the midnight blue

And carve fluting pipes

For you to play on

In the deeply dark

When the wolves loom large

I've a snuggly nook

'neath the meadow

Where you'll sleep and be

Curled and friends with me

Through the evil night

Till starling morning