Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite...
Are you not he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk...and sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck;
Are you not he?
Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I love Puck. <3