Snakes and Snails et al

I wasn't born of a whistle
Or milked from a thistle at twilight

No, I was all horns and thorns
Sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So enough of this terror we deserve to know light

And grow evermore lighter and lighter
You would have seen me through
But I could not undo that desire

-this disembodied voice on the line is high pitched and ... fey.