Dancing With Pixies: This is Pixie - the world became a more wonderful place the day she arrived.

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.

Dancing With Pixies

Thursday, November 25, 2010

This is Pixie - the world became a more wonderful place the day she arrived.

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