Puck stood on the grey blanket,
Right next to the beetle waterfall.
He was pondering a pile of words
That he didn't understand at all.
He stood in the fairy forest,
When he heard something burst.
It was a birds stick home.
It came down clearly cursed!
He stood near holed ground,
The stick home came down with a crash!
In the crunch fest nest the rubbish holder
There was a sudden flash!
Cannon flowers exploded!
There was something to be feared,
Puck knew that was very clear,
For a flaming bird had appeared!
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