there is a voice that sings
of nature and its beginnings
a creature of, for and whom
spawned to life, from Gaia's bosom
with a dance that flit and flutter
celebrating the gifts of Gaia's platter
a sensuously sinewy sibilant shrew
seducing laughter and hilarious dues
you can catch her now and then
dancing sweetly to the pipes of Pan
in a blaze of furor and a sea of smiles
this erstwhile daughter of Gaia's wiles
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