The Song of the Nettle Dodder (https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=nettle+dodder&rlz=1C1CHFX_enGB505GB505&espv=2&biw=1567&bih=767&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=yQ00VODbNdjzau_9gLgI&ved=0CDkQsAQ) Fairy
O, children trampling unawares Through Nettle's cruel and stinging leaves, You may find comfort from your cares: Revenge will come from one who weaves.
Thus while my seeking tendrils grow And my shy flowers jewel the green I wind about the stems below To feed upon the sap unseen.
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O, children trampling unawares
Through Nettle's cruel and stinging leaves,
You may find comfort from your cares:
Revenge will come from one who weaves.
Thus while my seeking tendrils grow
And my shy flowers jewel the green
I wind about the stems below
To feed upon the sap unseen.