Dancing To The Great Pan’s Song

Green meadows sweet
A cushion under our feet
Daffodils bright in the shining sun
This spring has been sprung

Breezes sway the young spring grass
Play afield both goat and ass
Heavy with kid, burden dear
The playful Pan never to fear

Sing this day a joyful song
To the host of nature’s throng
Dance merrily in erotic pursuit
To Pan’s great musical flute

Flitting on wing this day
Is it butterfly or is it Fay
Lights buzzing around, while the circles swell
Shining throughout all the dell

Pan’s hooves beet the ground
Setting a percussion, moving sound
Stirs our spirits on singing soul
A wonderous sight to behold

Dance, dance the circle bare
Satyr after maiden fair
The circle of life moves on still
With love and light our souls shall fill

Late into the evening dark
We’ll fly like a dove and sing like a lark
The whole of woodland’s avid throng
Dancing to the Great Pan’s song

Till at last exhaustion prevails
And we hit the ground to ringing bells
To cuddle in loving embrace
To honor Pan after the chase