The Faerie Ring  
 
Fiddle-dee, faeries three  
Dancing round the oaken tree  
Breath of holly's faintest scent  
Follows where ye've dare to went  
One has hair of dewey dreams  
She sings of owls' hooting schemes  
One knows what lies in darkened hearts  
She'll tell you all the dour parts  
Faerie three I do not know  
With whims as passing as spring's snow  
She dances to the wind's slow beat  
Eyes ablaze with autumn's heat  
Thrice and thrice and thrice around  
Mossy steps won't touch the ground  
And mushrooms tell of ancient things  
When faeries dance a faerie ring