One of us if we secure him!
He is clad in green!
He is ours, I ween.
All. He is clad in green!
He is ours, I ween!
[They huddle closely together, and speak softly, with furtive glances and gestures toward the child, who does not seem to notice them.]
Monkshood.
Now around him we’ll go stealing,
Closer, closer, closer wheeling,
Bluebell. Crouch and hush,