Moon-Man Dance

Wake and see

A little old dwarf

Whose hair flies free.

Tumbling, stumbling,

Over hill and dale

With creatures of old

In faery tale told

Spinning moonlight to thread

To make a cover for his bed.

Watch the Fay folk

Before their flight,

Off, off far away

Into the dark night.

See their heads

All crowned with stars;

Their tiny feet

With faery dust marred.

They dance and play

In their silent way

Till dawn's rays come

And to their beds they run,

The tiny pixies all worn from fun.

And the funny little man

All in silver clad,

Climbs up the moonbeams

To his soft moon-dust bed.

And now, my children,

Away to bed!

On fluffy pillows lie

Your weary heads.