In the woods,
Where Blues and Jays sing,
We gather upon a fairy ring,
With caps of gold and silver,
That Dwarfs makes,
Here they come a-dancing,
With you in their wake,
Fire-flies a-flying,
With Pixies on their backs,
All in pretty outfits,
Shoes are all they lack,
Flee,Flee,
Back to your home,
They're a-shooting elfin arrows,
A-running here they come.
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Very good
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