Titania, Queen of Faeries by Chandra Grace
Dancing round the fairy ring
Round and round we dance
We sing aloud, dancing to the breeze
Till Oberon, that nasty boar
Interrupts our fun and games
With his senseless fights and quarrels
And then has he the gull to ask
Of me my changeling boy
My little Indian boy
Of whose mother's place I take
Poor woman,
Whose mortal blood did steal
Her precious life away
Oh what a friend was she
As a good a friend I'd ever had
We, her and I, would sit and chat,
Laugh and dance
Together on the sands
Until her baby boy
Her turtle dove, her joy
Took his first breath
And with it sucked hers away
Many tears for her I shed
And to her made a vow
To always care for her child
Be his mother, his protector
Guard him from all the many forms of danger and fear
And Oberon, that goat, that swine
With his heart so full of hate
Wished to take my precious boy away from me
I turned my back on him
Refused to ward his bed
And ever day Oberon's rage hotter grew
To think that his wife,
Titania, Queen of the Fairy
Maker of magic, mistress of the wood
Who dances wildly the May Day dances to the tune of a breeze
Should ever think to disobey him?
And I, with my stubborn heart
Held steadfast to my resolve
For my heart was digested thoroughly
That he should want my child for his own purpose
To serve him and be wrapped around his greed little finger
Keeping solemn to my vow, I refused his pleadings and commands
Unbeknownst to me at the time
He found a mischievous little fairy
A certain "Puck" by name
Who misled travelers,
Soured cows milk,
And played the general tricks of an ill-begotten Faye
In his hand was placed a flower of no ordinary degree
Of the power the powder he did sprinkle
Into my sleeping eyes it went
And when I awoke
In love I fell
With a man whose head was an ass!
Oh woe was me
For deeply did I love his furry, fuzzy temples
His silky brown ears
And a wondrous snout like those of any other beast
His wonderful head did sport
And my dear little fairies
Cobweb, Mustardseed, Mote, and Peaseblossom
Must certainly have thought me mad
And a laugh held in
As I ordered them dote open such a horrible
And yet attractive, beast
And they served his every whim
Which because of his simplicity was as simple as a scratch on the head
And then a good nap he did take
As did I beside my beastly love
Whilst I slept, harsh Oberon's heart gave way
He ordered then his Puck
To undo his spell;
Simple-minded Nick bottom, previously an ass headed beast
Again became the man of little brain he was
And brought was I back to my senses
But not before he, oh harshest of airys!
He forced me to turn unto him
Custody of my Indian son
But of course when I awoke my first thoughts were of joy
For the day was of the first of May
The day both man and fairy dance to celebrate
The wondrous spring anew
And so at Theseus'
Wedding did we dance
In the hall after all retired
And blessed that man was
To have us dance
Dancing round his halls
Aloud we sung
Dancing to the breeze