24 May 2012
I have a little secret, Which I yearn to tell, It's got to stay a secret though, You'd better keep it well:
I know a little faerie, Her name is Ivy Spear, She's very helpful, very wise, And does like human beer!
She tells me all of faerie booze, Lacks a certain zing, And so whenever she visits me, There's definite drinking!
And when she's smashed, Dear Ivy Spear, embarrasses herself- It really is a funny sight, Her impressions of an elf.
She wobbles when she tries to fly, Her skin turns magenta pink, And she often ends up perched on taps, Spewing into kitchen sink.
I love my little Ivy Spear, My tipsy faerie friend, And even though we drink too much, I hope this friendship never ends.
Me & Ivy Spear. • Opuss № I