Pan the Goat God
Deep in the mysterious Arcadian wilderness,
A strange and mischievous native lives in bliss,
Amongst the beautiful and sensuous wood nymphs.
He is always around to lay down a melodious riff,
On a lute or a flute beneath the fragrant boughs,
Of the Jasmine tree as he stares up in the clouds.
His figure is not grand, in fact he is quite slight
Cleft hooves and small horns, he is quite a sight
Half man and half goat, he is God of the wild,
You might think he is brittle for he appears as a child.
But Pan is quite mighty and clever and strong,
Perhaps if you're lucky, you might see him skipping along.
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My love for Pan.