Where do you go, little faunus?
Where do you go, hoof-and-horn?

Hot place and glowing place
Lichens growing high
Hills a hundred miles deep
Where the dead men lie
Bat eyes and boar eyes
And they hunger after me.
When or where, I don't care,
Catch me if you can.

What do you fear, little faunus?
What do you fear, hoof-and-horn?

I fear the Man-place,
Stones over me
Cold, grey combing seas
Come to bury me
Giant jaws and sharper claws
And they hunger after me
Bat or stick, I am quick --
Catch me if you can.

Where do you dance, little faunus?
Where do you dance, hoof-and-horn?

I dance in secret place
In the hidden glade
Leaping high, bending low,
Through both sun and shade.
One time the piper calls
And my dance flows out from me.
When or where, I don't care,
Catch me if you can.

(Repeat first verse)

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