The Face of an Olypp

Oh, the face of an Olypp
no man can draw it
he hath so many faces you see;
from silver penny
to joy aplenty
and love of all that be.

But oh, the face of an Olypp
you'll wish never you saw it
for he's subtle with tricks
and quick
and he runs with wings on his feet.

So be warned that the face of an Olypp,
he'll dent your frolic
he runs wildly about the Earth shrieking his news
and the face of the Olypp
no magic can stop it
for he be magic himself you see.

Oh the face of an Olypp
you'll know when you saw it
for it's such a fantabulous thing!

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Alaisha Makalaster