I was lost one afternoon, so I stopped to look around,
When I found a tiny woodland nymph sitting on the ground.
Her eyes were green like moss, her hair was russet silk;
Her skin was pure and flawless as the surface of fresh milk.
She crawled around the knobby roots of an ancient maple tree
And while I stood, observing her, she turned and grinned at me.
Mischievous and charming, nestled there amongst the leaves—
If you’d like to be enchanted, meet my baby ELOISE!
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