Flitting upon butterfly wings
Pixies dance in the air.
Dancing within their faerie rings,
and playing without a care.

Sliding down a rainbows arch,
playing tag with lepracauns.
In mismached time do they march,
to chat with frogs, ants and swans.

Admiring themselves in a crystal pool,
in hats of acorn and rose,
Speaking of kings and fools,
while drinking tea, they repose.

Dancing in the sunlit air,
with monarch butterflies.
Playing games with out a care,
as time goes marching by.

They laugh and play when darkness creeps,
and moonlight fills the sky.
They watch the moonlight as they fall asleep,
in castles in the sky.