Oh Satyr come
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And suck my thumb
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'cos you're a little fawn
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And you need me.
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On hoofy feet
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Through the windy wheat
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'cos you're a little fawn
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And I'll feed thee.
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Down the delly way
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With your belly grey
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I've some fruit and nuts
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And a reed Oh.
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And I'll skip with you
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In the midnight blue
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And carve fluting pipes
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For you to play on.
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In the deeply dark
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When the wolves loom large
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I've a snuggly nook
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'neath the meadow.
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Where you'll sleep and be
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Curled and friends with me
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Through the evil night
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Till starling morning.
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The Friends
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| T Rex |
