Solstice Tide, Day Seven

The wren, the wren, the king of all birds
On Solstice Day was caught in the furze
Although she is little, her honour is great
Jump up, O children, and give her a treat!


Tonight we feast upon the body of the wren, so that we, too, may have the strength of a King!

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