I am Zakoor the druid
\nThe bard all in red
\nButterflies and trees
\nAre not all in my head
\nThey fly from the high skies
\nAnd settle on me
\nTears in my eyes folks
\nAre what you now see<\/p>\n
Rollrights in Springtime
\nThe moles in the ground
\nFoxes in the forest
\nBAdgers around
\nThe Cotswold Order of Druids are here
\nCome take a swig of the mead now my dear<\/p>\n
Rollrights are ancient
\nThe lichens are too
\nIts about renewal
\nClearly thats true
\nDay and night balanced
\nSo Justice for all
\nWe are all dear friends
\nWho answer the call<\/p>\n
We come from all parts
\nAnd our circle we make
\nWe welcome you all
\nAnd we shall never break
\nThe ties we are bound by
\nThe butterflies they
\nCame out of the bushes
\nAnd to me did say<\/p>\n
We like your robe mister
\nZAkoor we do
\nCan we stay with you
\nWe would really, like too
\nStories and songs are the
\nRibbons of grace
\nSo Lets all hold hands
\nWith a smile on our face<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am Zakoor the druid The bard all in red Butterflies and trees Are not all in my head They fly from the high skies And settle on me Tears in my eyes folks Are what you now see Rollrights … Continue reading