Here are a couple of verses I made up while climbing the hill before Lugnasadh. I'm afraid they'll get lost over there, so I'm reposting them here.


O come, crooked Crom, God of old.
Eat your fill of our harvest gold.
We give you our best
So we will be blest
With the rest.
Be so bold!

O come, lovely Lugh, God of light.
Partake of our bounty so bright.
Our harvest is done
Now we can have fun
In the sun.
It is right!