Cool breeze, sheltering trees,  Deep within the glen-  All around, sound, on the ground,  Footsteps fall of little men-  Now look wise, from your eyes,  Tell me what you see,  Too late! By fate!  You belong to me!  Your wit slipped a bit,  Words have gone too far-  Now it?s true that I?ll turn you,  Straight into the ass you are-  By what right on this night,  Do I make my claim-  Mortal fool, know you  That Puck is my name!  (chorus)  Faeries dance in a frenzied ring,  Elves play pipes and the goblins sing!  Robin Goodfellow will take his queen,  Once upon a midsummer night?s dream!  Love?s fair potion rare,  Held within in my hand-  And with this thing I can bring  Chaos into Faerie Land-  A warm drop from the top,  And we all will see  As it cools, what fools  These mortals can be!  (chorus)  (chorus)