Down the hill and across the meadow is where you’ll find his lair,

I speak of course of the ancient faun who casts his magic there,

For eighty days and eighty nights he’s worked on a spectacular plan,

A crazed but genius enchanted scheme that will change him into a man,

Twenty days and twenty nights it will take him still,

Till his magical working is complete and he can complete his will,

So for a hundred days he’ll have slaved away to accomplish his desire,

And for a hundred days  his cauldron will have filled and bubbled over the fire,

Till at last complete his plan will be and humanity he will possess,

And he’s doing it all for the woman he loves in the pretty white dress.