You’re a fairy feller, you’ve ever gathered round the new moonshine to see the feller crack a nut at night’s noon time, you swing your axe and swear, you climb and dare to deliver the master stroke, you’re a ploughman, waggoner will, and types, you’re a politician with senatorial pipe, you’re a dilly-dally-o, you’re a pedagogue squinting who wears a frown, you’re a satyr who peers under ladies’ gowns, you’re a dirty laddio, you’re a tatterdemalion or a junketer, you’re a thief or a dragonfly trumpeter, you’re my hero, you’re a fairy dandy tickling the fancy of your lady friend, you’re a nymph in yellow who’s asked to see the master stroke, you’re a quaere fellow, you’re a solider, sailor, tinker, tailor, or ploughboy, you’re waiting to hear the sound, you’re the arch magician who presides and is the leader, you’re Oberon or Titania who watch by a harridan, you’re Mab the Queen or a good apothecary man, you’ve come to say hello, you’re a fairy dandy tickling the fancy of your lady friend, you’re a nymph in yellow, you’re a quaere fellow, you’re an ostler who stares with hands on your knees, and lastly, you’ve ever said “Come on, Mister Feller, crack it open if you please.”