64. Strange and Wonderful
Strange and wonderful things
Come to him when he sings,
The hairy mountain goat
And even the cunning stoat.
His voice is a whistle
Making the trees bristle
With its haunting tune
Wrongly suggesting it brings doom.
Through the forest he will wander
Absently singing while he does ponder
Whether to summon the deer
Or to just let all the animals hear.
Sharp and shrill,
Up his spine is sent a thrill
From the clearness of his voice
Over which he has no choice.
He often thinks it strategical
And uses it for mischievous deeds
To calm and console his needs.
The power that he wields
Can control all fields;
For the strange and wonderful things
That happen to him when he sings.