Dancing With Pixies: Let The Fun Begin

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Let The Fun Begin

I have for a few moons been thinking about a Blog as an alternative to FaceBook and other social sites. At first they seem like a great idea to keep in touch, exchange chat and photos, but alas, with the passing of time I have watched my own FB page grow beyond what I feel comfortable with. My very savvy Aunt tripping through France is the reason I decided to steam ahead, and if you grin while reading the little snippets in Dancing with Pixies as I do with the Frog Blog than I will be a happy Fraulein.

I truly don't know the ins and outs of this new try, so bear with me.

Enjoy!

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UnknownNovember 26, 2010 at 12:10 AM
We look forward to our dance with Pixies!
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Wouldn't you all like to have danced with a Pixie?

Have e'er seen the Pixies, the folk not blest or banned?

They walk upon the waters; they sail upon the land,

They make the green grass greener where'er their footsteps fall,

The wildest hind in the forest comes at their call.

They steal from bolted linneys, they milk the key at grass,

The maids are kissed a-milking, and no-one hears them pass.

They flit from byre to stable and ride unbroken foals,

They seek out human lovers to win them souls.

The Pixies know no sorrow, the Pixies feel no fear,

They take no care for harvest or seedtime of the year;

Age lays no finger on them, the reaper time goes by

The Pixies, they who change not, grow old or die.

The Pixies though they love us, behold us pass away,

And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterday,

Today has crimson foxglove; if purple hose-in-hose

Withered last night, tomorrow will have its rose.