In the silvery light
Of the big pale moon
A fae crowd is gathering
A harp playing a tune
The dancing begins
And the glorious singing
Resonates through the night
Like a distant bell ringing
The children can hear it
Oh! What a thrill!
As they lurk below
The old faerie hill
Safe in the shadows
Hidden from sight
The children are hoping
For a glimpse of a sprite
With a gulp and a murmur
They peak over the mound
But alas! Those faeries
Are nowhere to be found!
