‘Twas a May Day, bright and gay
when Winter’s cold had gone away
and all the town came out to play
on that very special day

Wares were sold and stories told
’bout the gods revered of old
while maids were chased by lovers bold
and all were dancing, young and old

Then from the feast, a lass did roam
to the woods beyond her home
and feeling weary to the bone
she lay down, there, all alone

Or so she thought herself to be
not seeing up inside the tree
the lad who waited, silently
for this maid he’d hoped to see

Barely had she fall’n asleep
than down the tree, the lad did creep
and laying by her grassy bed
he placed a sweet kiss ‘pon head

Wrapped inside a wicked dream
the sweet lass lacked the wit to scream
but she’d have done so had she seen
the lad who loved her while she dreamed

For he had horns upon his crown
and ‘pon his chin real leaves had grown
by ‘Robyn’ was this wild lad known
a spirit, he, of some renown

No clue had she, that Robyn Goode
had helped her into womanhood
’till great with kid, she understood
and named the child Robyn Hoode