Puck, a.k.a. Robin Goodfellow, is a mischievous sprite. He is known for his pranks, which Oberon, the king of fairies, loves. For one of his pranks, he transformed someone’s head into a donkey’s head. When a fairy asks if he is the trickster she has heard about, Puck outlines some of his best shenanigans.
Are you not he?
Thou speak’st aright.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal.
And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And “Tailor!” cries, and falls into a cough,
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, fairy! Here comes Oberon.
Buck is an energetic golden doodle. He constantly pulls on leash and runs around any chance he gets. He outlines some of his best times in the park.
Are you not he?
Truth is in your bark.
I am that merry wanderer of the park.
I walk with Owneron and make her stoop
When I a fat and treat-fed dog go poop,
Circ’ling in likeness of a roundabout.
And sometimes whiff I in my patient snout
The very likeness of a mallard duck,
And when it quacks, against my leash I pluck
And on the tightened nylon falls my friend.
The fastest ball flying to farthest end
Sometimes for game of fetch it deceives me
Then slip I from her grip, down topples she,
And “Come!” cries, and she pats onto her thigh,
And then the pack turns their hips to comply
And barking in their mirth, and sprint, and stare
A tastier treat was never wasted there.
But, look, brothers! Here come some squirrels.