Classic Poem

Pinch him, pinch him, black and blue;
Saucy mortals must not view
What the queen of stars is doing,
Nor pry into our fairy wooing.
Pinch him blue.
And pinch him black.
Let him not lack
Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red,
Till sleep has rocked his addle head.

For the trespass he hath done,
Spots o'er all his flesh shall run.
Kiss Endimion, kiss his eyes,
Then to our midnight heidegyes.