Ivy sprouts thenceforth
Where Satyr stained
The ground received
Gift of living madness
Right from his girth
So toxic, yet so fine
Dryad was instigator
Gaze rushed to dine
Devour she-tittilator
Where seed fell
How don't ask
The trees won't tell
Green stars appeared
Wet behind the ear
Was I your father
To choose this wreath
My son to crown
His heat bequeath.
