There was once a shy Satyr named Larry.
He was bashful as his legs were hairy.
He lost his heart to a frog,
On a mountainside log,
With frog kisses tasting poultry-like, barely!

In the mountain-top town where I stay,
The concerned parents have opinions relayed.
Little Sally's too shy,
Little Gertrude's too hairy,
So the girls live in a cave tucked away

When I look in the mirror, I see
A crimson grin staring at me
I see red hairy hair,
A mouth for tasting what's there,
And a glow with no reason to be.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 597 AF.