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Dancing like a fairy light.


Flitting here and there, feeling tired and blue,
Running about and oh so cold, he didn't know what to do!
Up and down the garden, I see him here and there,
Giggling away, humming too, like he didn't have a care!
He flits in and out of the bushes, a giggling as he goes,
He dances like a fairy light, on his tippy-toes!
He has does a funny little jig, darting back and forth is he,
I wonder what he's doing, but its dark and I can't see.

I know he's up to something because he's been here all night,
Flitting around my garden, dancing like a fairy light!
I first noticed him this night, as I was looking at the sky,
I had been unnerved, and I didn't quite know why!
I thought I heard a rustle, in the bush below my room…!
I tried to see what I could see, Using the light of the moon!
I couldn't see anything at first, so I thought it was all a dream,
Then I heard humming, I got a fright and did almost scream!

But I didn't, I say and watched…until I espied a little elf,
Running around quite fast, almost bumping into himself!
So tonight I sat in the darkness, to see what I could see,
And dancing like a fairy light was the elf, smiling up at me!
He'd seen me, knew I was there, he'd been watching me too,
So I shouted down to this little elf, ‘Mr Elf what is it you do?'
He smiled at me And said; ‘Come on, come down here!'
So I went downstairs to join him, and suddenly all was clear!

He wasn't on his own, he'd set toadstools all about,
Then He shouted to all the elf's; ‘Come on, come on out!'
Out they came, and oh what fun, they partied all night long,
and giggling and dancing, and then often bursting into song!
Next morning I went to where the party had been…
And see what was left, but there was nothing to be seen!

I couldn't understand it, and as I tip-toed all around,
There was no sign of anything, not a toadstool to be found.
I thought I must have dreamt it, and as I went back up to bed,
I heard a little whisper, and this is what was said;
‘Yes, it was real, but you have to think it's a dream,'
‘We can't ever let it known, that the elf's had ever been!'

Now as I fell asleep again…curled up as cozy as could be,
Once in slumber, I dreamt of elf's, dancing all around me!

Was it real, or was it a dream?

Who knows!

















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