Satyr's Dance
Wild spirit
of the woods
Wanton and crafty
With bristling hair
Budding horns
Goat’s ears
a tail and hooves
Frolicking
in the forest wind
Chasing nymphs and
Playing impish tricks
on men
The satyr never sleeps
Forever dancing
around and around
Running free
Where others bound
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