they frolic in the forest

they gather in the glen

with merry squeals of laughter

race there and back again

they scurry beside the pond

and hide among the reeds

await last light's reflection

to begin mischievous deeds

on unsuspecting humans

they love to throw a cloak

of cobwebs and confusion

the fun of faerie folk!

if you are out late and about

upon the mountainside

be aware of who is there

and where your feet may glide

for if you can't remember

what you've done or where's your bed

and you have not been drinking

then you must be pixy-led!