21 July 2012
Sitting on a rainbow bridge, Over the deep blue sea, There sat a little one, A pointed-eared pixie,
She threw out her rod, With string of spider-silk, Pondering a little, While sipping pixie milk,
No one stopped to question, The seagulls passed her by, Perhaps it wasn't strange, That no one asked her why,
There was lots in the sea, Rainbow trout and cod, But none were quite right, She sat lonely, on her tod,
Soon a little light flashed, When a crab she caught, Told her that in the sea, Was not what she sought,
"But," she exclaimed, "The humans told me so, My love is in this sea, To find him I must go,"
The little crab laughed, Like any crab would, "You'd be better off, dear, Searching Pixie Wood."
Pixie Fishing • Opuss № I