There's a pixie in my parlour,
Playing tricks on me,
He's hiding all my footwear,
And they're nowhere I can see,
The curtains keep on closing,
Someone drank my tea,
I'm sure that I've just spotted him,
Now where can that pixie be?
There goes my morning paper,
Flying through the air,
Now a paper aeroplane,
Made with pixie flair,
Wait a minute, there's another one,
Now two then three then four,
I write down a reminder,
Next time close the kitchen door,
Oh my house is full of pixies,
What ever shall I do,
I suppose I could redecorate,
And create a pixie zoo!
I quickly get the broom out,
To chase them all away,
They think it's hilarious,
All they want to do is play,
They must really love it here,
As they went and got some others,
Well they can party-on because,
I'm off to my mothers!
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What a darling poem... filled with delightful images and playful cuteness! 
