Puck's Song
William Shakespeare

Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not your he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labor in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless houswife churn;
And sometimes make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.

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