I praise my immortal Lord Pan
Guardian and savior to all man
He leads the hunt and feeds the fields
All evil that cross shall always yield
His horns scare off the traitors
The village feast he always caters
All the nymphs he tries to swoon
But they all think him a buffoon
Yet by wearing the sheepskin
The Goddess Selene he did win
But the nymph Syrinx escaped his lust
She turned into reeds to Pan's disgust
Yet the wind through the reeds made a beautiful sound
It turned Pan's mind right around
He sliced up the reeds and put them side by side
He made the Pan Pipes which gave him pride
Yet one sailor heard that Pan did die
The loss of the nature God made many cry
Yet I think Pan did not die
For many sailors do lie
Plus how can one who is immortal fall?
That makes no sense at all