Beneath the tinsel twilight skies
A changeling child with cinnamon eyes
Wends his way to a secret glade
and plays his pipe in a serenade
In and out of the spectral trees
Between the starlight burnished leaves
He strolls the speckled toadstool way
to join th elfin court in play
The brown owl hoots upon the oak
The foxes howl and the green frogs croak
As through the wood to a marvelous moon
He blows the notes of an elfin tune
Towards the moss-**** bridge he goes
Where burble-pebble water flows
Across the meadow up the hill
And on the wind I hear him still…
