Zandilar danced summerwise
To the dawnward side of twilight
She twirled and skipped from frost to veld
Until the snows were melt

Zandilar danced wintershins
While the Weaver’s daughters shone
Her toes tripped ‘pon the starlit snows
Beneath Mab’s very nose

Can you make it there by candlelight?
Why yes, and back again
The Freelings and the Fey all know
By the season of Titania’s mood you go