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When Cedric was born,
Or should I say found,
He was sleeping in Warrens, way underground.

The Rabbits they cared,
For their small Elven Friend,
From Moon rise to Star birth,
And Sun again.

To morning Sun,
Where each day is fill with mischief and fun

Some would say, "odd is he"
But Cedric is faerie,
Believe you and me.

An Impish Sprite full of passion and fire,
Small he may be, yet big on desire,
For if mischief and mirth in wood do abound,
You know you've found Cedric clowning around.