Caroling Dusk/Puck Goes to Court
PUCK GOES TO COURT
I went to court last night,Before me firefly light;And there was Lady Mab,On cheek a cunning dabOf rouge the sun sent down,King Oberon with crownOf gold eyed daisy budsAmong potato spudsWas dancing roundelayWith Lady Chloe and May.
I hid among the flowersAnd spent the wee young hoursIn mixing up the punch;For I was on a hunchThat sober men are dullAnd fairy dust will lullTo rest the plodding mindWorn down by life’s thick grind.
The nobles drank the brewAnd called it sweetest dew;But when I left they layStunned by the light of dayAnd Oberon had writDecree that I must flitA hundred leagues from court.(Alas! Where is there sport?)