As I sat upon a mountain glade

I chanced upon a fairy raid.

There's beauty and joy and danger to see,

Danger at least for a mortal like me.

Though music was played I could hear none

As Sunday's faded and moonlight shone.

The Fairy King and Queen passed on by,

Raised upon oak leaves, servants held them high.

I saw fairies drink from acorn cups provided by the trees,

Though tired and thirsty none was offered,

From any of them to me.

Then the fairies arose and formed a ring

And a tiny creature began to sing.

Soon the dancing was fast and free

I was dizzy but watched with glee.

Then all too soon the dawn light appeared

And before my eyes the fairies cleared.

I felt forlorn to see them go

Fairy folk put on quite a show.

Where they went to I can't be sure

I'll only tell you what I saw.