Hard by Paddington Farm,
Stands Paddington Wood.
Where deep within Ananga and his Faery friends from far,
Blissfully danced, pranced and vaguely stood.
What sounds were heard!
What scenes appeared!
Oh those flames did bond and purge!
I kisses a god that night.
And hidden in their secret bower,
All in fragrant flower,
The Satyrs of Paddington Wood,
Crouched silently and watched in wonder struck.
And turning to his shaggy mate one did whisper in a hush:
“For never yet did I behold mortals like to these,
Neither man nor woman.
I am awed as I look upon them”.