Beings of the forest
Mythical creatures abound
But only if your eyesight is keen
And can spot them bound
~
From tree to tree
Dancing across the roots
Stirring up the foliage
Moving in a blur
~
Some are kind, some will curse
Others don't mind you
As long as you don't hunt them
When they say “Leave!”
It's probably time to go
~
Walk slow and keep your eyes peeled
You never know what you might see
Beings of the forest
Mythical beings
~
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