I saw a band of pixies
Among the mushrooms
In my yard
It may have been the drinking
Or I had been working
Much too hard

But as the sun was setting
On the window ledge
That night
I thought I may have seen it all
Until they began
To fight

They were all so very angry
And I thought this might
Be fun
Until things got too out of hand
And a pixie
Pulled a gun

I rapped upon my window hard
And yelled
‘There’ll be none of that!’
Then the gun quickly disappeared
Beneath his
Little hat

Now those little imps best beware
Until I
Settle down
Into my new position
As the sheriff
Of Pixie Town