PANIC...

Wandering through the woods and glades
Of a shadowy summer's eve,
I froze as I heard the Pan-flute play,
And in stark terror I ran away...

The God of the Wood is wild and sly,
He loves to fill all with fear--
And he chases the nymphs with lascivious glee
Through the sacred groves far and near...

But his music is haunting, it sings to your soul
If you have but the courage to hear it;
And his wisdom will fill you with nature's rich joy,
So try your best not to fear it...