A Fairy Song

We went searching for the Little Folk on what maybe the last warm weekend afternoon of summer..........

They leave traces that they've been there, a clue, a token......

Look carefully around the toadstools, you may see a Pixie or a Brownie having a nap or a chat. They also like to play the flute and pipes....... badly.

They like to dance.....Elves are especially over enthusiastic suffering many a sprained ankle.

They tend to snore loudly......so listen out. Dogs will hear this and go sniffing.

They can be quite bad tempered, avoid their fury. Hobgoblins are vicious. Be warned!

They are extremely houseproud and like to decorate their homes with acorns and fluff. Brownies have the best houses without a spot of leaf litter or woodlice poo to be seen. Do not get confused with troll holes, I don't think you would as they smell really awful.

Some are so small that they are carried on the breeze.



Many like to live in the trees, these are the Elders, they keep watch. So be good or they will fire arrows made from birch twigs at your bottom.



They wear fancy clothes woven from leaves and gossamer. Apart from trolls who are scruffy and like to scare the fairies by running around naked for dares.



But as the day draws on into evening, some like to have a party - mainly the Imps and the Fairies who are notorious revelers.  Always take a bottle of honeysuckle and primrose cake to one of their shindigs. Often their cousins the Piskies come to visit from Cornwall - they are very good dressers and like red.



Others are very sensible and settle in for the night under a fluffy eiderdown.



And some like to have a mushroom feast.



A Fairy Song - William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire!

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moon's sphere;

And I serve the Fairy Queen,

To dew her orbs upon the green;

The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

In their gold coats spots you see;

Those be rubies, fairy favours;

In those freckles live their savours;

I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

{Tread carefully}