As the owl flies
On the wings of night
While the moon
Will lend her light
The scent of moss
From the forest floor
Is carried along
As always before
A pulsing vibration
Now felt through the soil
From tree to tree
Tis' easy, no toil
Now take the form
And change your shape
Much better to frolic
And to escape
At night we shift
Tis' time to play
Our animal forms
Are the very best way
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