Tonight, Coyote drinks the wine
Of his own slit throat
And shuffles off to the Faerie court
In his ragged overcoat.
And when Titania turns him down
And bids him gone from here
He smiles a secret smile
And he sheds no tear
How gay the Faerie dance!
How gay the Faerie court!
How gay the Faerie at his ease
And making raucous sport!
Coyote fits in here as well
As antlers on a bull
He steals a jug of Faerie gin,
Eats till he is full.
Titania’s consort laughs at his ragged grey muzzle
Dances ’round Coyote like a child with a puzzle
Titania’s consort mocks
The ugly old beast
One’s the fairest thing on Earth
The other is the least
The younger of the Gentry
Almost look alarmed
To have a guest among them
Who cannot quite be charmed
The older ones, in contrast
Must think him quite the mark
See Titania’s consort
Circle ’round him like a shark
“Come with me,” Coyote says,
“Come walk with me a ways
Sister Moon does love me
And she’ll bathe us with her rays.”
“Never me!” Titania says,
Her bearing sharp and proud
She barely flicks her eyes;
Her consort laughs aloud
How gay the Faierie masquerade!
How gay the Faerie ball!
How stately Queen Titania
Presiding over all!
But for all her beauty
And for all her power
Her consort with Coyote lies
Within her very bower!
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“It’s a little-known fact, but Unicorns are something like 20% paint, and their horns are stolen exclusively from endangered species.”
― There and Never, Ever Back Again
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