Little Drunken Pixie

There's a little drunken pixie
Sitting on my garden lawn,
Rolling round in merriment
And waiting for the dawn,
She's laughing at the silly world
And all the things that pass,
And as she laughs her tears of mirth
Drip down on to my grass,
And where they touch the lawn perks up
Grows greener and more tall,
For pixie tears are magic and
Give strength to where they fall,
I watch her as she laughs and laughs
And soon the end of night
Appears on the horizon
With a gleaming ray of light,
And as the daytime starts to spread
The pixie looks around,
Then jumps up to her tiny feet
And wanders underground
Through a little pixie hole
Concealed beneath the blades
Of grass beside my elm tree
As the darkness slowly fades,
And by the time the sun is up
No sign of her remains,
Except my own exultant blood
That pulses through my veins,
And 'cept of course that greener grass
That soothes and calms my fears,
Because I saw it change last night
Beneath those pixie tears