Ode to Oberon

When you hear red robin sing,
'tis the first day of spring.
When sprites in moonlit meadows appear,
mid-summer's eve is here.
When you see Lord Oberon,
the vineyard harvest has begun.
Oberon presides o'er the feast
with revelers from greatest to least.
In celebration of the harvest each year,
the wine flows freely with good-hearted cheer.