The Changeling Boy's Ballad of Ivy Valley

Oh great Poets, and you know its,
Oh poetry's great beam.
In songs immersal, at the rehearsal,
for Midsummer Night's Dream.

There was Ivy, there was Puck,
each of them had fairy luck.
Yes each of them had fairy lake,
and during the 5 minute break:

Ivy ran like she was shot by elastic,
she found ivy and a cactic.
She found another, it was an arch!
She decided not to wait for March.

She looked through,
the changeling boy too,
they did not dally,
it was Ivy Valley!

Filled with ivy, and a stream,
it was a midnovember day's dream.
The valley was wonderful, the day getting pallid,
Ivy asked Peter Quince to write of it a ballad.

He agreed, then he started,
his first try stunk like somebody farted.
So time passed, Ivy started to list,
he tried again, it began like this:

Oh great Poets, and you know its,
Oh poetry's great beam.
In songs immersal, at the rehearsal,
for Midsummer Night's Dream.

ETC.