Mayday

 Some talk about yuletide 

 as a magical time of year

But magic and enchantment

To me is mayday cheer

For May, the veil is thinnest

Wee folk and fairies prance

See them through the hagstones

Through dolmens they will dance

The mother and the father*

Midsummers king and queen

Will meet upon the hillsides

Both wearing crowns of green

We'll honour them with fires

and gather knots of may

With ribbons we make garlands 

dress wells with sweet bouquets 

A time for blessing children

For feasting with all friends

A time for good intentions 

True magic till the end

* Some believe that the winter aspect of the crone, 

gives her crown to the maiden (spring) 

 and then to the mother (summer)