Set to music (unpublished to date) by the late Paul Davenport
A liitle elf sat on my head and asked if she could stay
Then a pixy on my shoulder - who flew in on a leaf -
Whispered something to me and I gasped in disbelief
Though no one else could see them
They hopped onto the floor
Then danced around my feet
And right out through the door
I followed to the garden carefully on tiptoes -
And there they were both peeping
From the inside of a rose..
I asked them for some words
for a song I wrote today
But the little elf just smiled
and the pixy ran away...
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2012-10-31 at 19:05
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Fairy Tale
While playing my piano one fine summer's dayA liitle elf sat on my head and asked if she could stay
Then a pixy on my shoulder - who flew in on a leaf -
Whispered something to me and I gasped in disbelief
Though no one else could see them
They hopped onto the floor
Then danced around my feet
And right out through the door
I followed to the garden carefully on tiptoes -
And there they were both peeping
From the inside of a rose..
I asked them for some words
for a song I wrote today
But the little elf just smiled
and the pixy ran away...
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
Read 797 times
Written on 2012-10-31 at 19:05
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