puck amy churn by shakespeare Puck's Song Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not your he That frights the maidens of the villagery; Skim milk, and sometimes labor in the quern, And bootless make the breathless houswife churn; And sometimes make the drink to bear no barm; Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck. 000106 what's it to you? who go blather from