The Pixie Shop

By F Proctor

Hidden in the bluebell woods,
underneath a tree
There’s a little Pixie shop
as jolly as can be.

Spangle dust and tinsel thread,
stuff for making spells,
everything a fairy needs
the Pixie shopman sells.

If only we were small enough
how pleasant it would be
to peek inside that little shop
underneath the tree.

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