In the dead of night
Look hard and you’ll see
A pixie named Michael
Who lives under a tree
A pixie so swift
As he prances around
If you listen intensely
You might hear a sound
He’s dancing with poi
Deep into the night
Orbs of bright colours
It’s a beautiful sight
In the bright light of day
If you look you’ll see
A pixie called Michael
Who’s dancing with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's good to get out there into the fanasy hey!