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
and learn life's lessons
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