My Pixie friend
Was a rather plump little chap
Also had a bald patch
Which he hid beneath his cap
He was fluent in many languages
And could tell a good tale, or two
About his curious life in fairyland
And of his sojourn in London zoo
He road on the backs of Robins
As he had no wings to fly
Had had many a chat with fairies
As he gazed at the moon, up high
His name was Happy Horatio
He liked smiling like a clown
And told jokes, and played pranks
I never saw him frown
He loved to dance to music
And would dance the night away
Whilst quaffing mead aplenty
In the magical land of Fae
One day i asked Horatio
Where did his life begin
He said he remembers nothing
Other than once he was rather thin
But then he developed an appetite
For trifle, and chocolate sauce
Followed by strawberry jam, and spongecake
But got to heavy for his horse
I was sure he was much to small
To ride on a horses back
He told me it was a Shetland Pony
And that he simply had the knack
As he was able to talk in horse tongue
And asked it which way to go
His horse was a very good friend
But puzzled as it never seemed to grow
He then packed up his silken bags
Then slowly, and silently mooched around
"Ive got to now leave", said he
"Ive been summoned back to the underground"
So no more yackety yack
He smiled as he bid me farewell
"I'm returning to the land of Fae"
"Where i live in a dingly dell"
by Jemia
