Ferie Love
Within the forest dark and old
In the trees and under stone
Singing, Dancing, loving true
Are shining spirits, the Frie Troop.
Musical mushrooms and magical rings
To the Frie Queen Molda praises bring.
Silvery eyes and coppery hair
Charm you in the White Lady's lair.
With the sweetness of honey
and the strength of blood
She will show you Ferie Love.
Play in the grass in sun or shade
And know that you'll never leave this glade.
—E.A. | 
