Dare you walk the wildwood way?
Care you keep the green shadows?
Will you traipse the darkling wood?
Fill on fowl from low branches?
Quench day’s thirst from hidden brook?
Drench yourself in nightfall’s dew?
Trail far deep the cougar’s path?
Hail the moon’s rise twixt the peaks?
find the glades where fair folk play.
The Green Man is there beyond,
in forest cool and shadowed pond.
Dawn’s light harks the echoing loon.
deer amble glades come high noon.
Black bear, wolf and owl are fine kin,
so call the wildwood dearest friend.