Come gather ‘round as sun stands high,
Where petals bloom and spirits fly.
The druids dance in flowered grace,
With laughter bright in woodland space.
Our troubadour Clan strums soft and clear,
A tune to bless the turning year.
While bandmates sip on honey mead,
And toast to joy and nature’s creed.
So don your gown and leafy crown,
Let merriment and song resound!
For on this day of golden light,
We dance the dark away ‘til night!
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