Titania
Queen of the Fairies
come to me
this night
and let you
read me my
future
by
your
enchanted
light
Let
Oberon not
be jealous by
my presence
though I spend
this night on your
soft bed and by
your servants fed
When the morning
comes and all is gone
I'll make my way
through the forest
until I reach
Theseus' lawn
and now as Yule
comes near I
hope that my
wishes and wants
are clear
and by the fireplace
warm with wine
and chestnuts
we'll be dreaming

the apache kid