I tell you the truth, this is no lie
about how it was the satyr died:
He lived in a grove of shady oaks
with other lusty satyr blokes.
He chased the nymphs as he was taught,
but there was one nymph who would not be caught.
He followed her into the forest deep
where strange blue flowers lulled him to sleep.
When he awoke his hands were tied
by quickly growing, constricting vines.
He looked for the nymph, but she did not wait.
She left him there to meet his fate.
The satyr slowly began to realize
that soon would be the hour of his demise.
Yet despite the danger, the satyr found--
that he enjoyed the feeling of being bound.
So as the vines around him grew and grew--
the satyr felt that he did too!
And he died a little death there, my friend,
but at least he came to a happy end!
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