Come Dance Beneath The Old Oak Tree Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

There sat a little fairy,
Outside her toadstool house,
She heard a little scurry,
It was her friend the mouse,
Who lived beneath the old oak tree,
The one she loved at night,
Where they'd dance beneath the moonlight,
It was a magical sight,
The old grey owl,
Looked down on them,
He loved to see them jig,
This was a happy moment,
As they danced upon the twigs,
There in the thick dense forest,
At night it came alive,
In morning then a peaceful place,
Just as the clock struck five.

Jayne Louise Davies