I hear elfin whispers
In the trees that sway
Dainty, merry faeries
Showing me the way

Into their nest, a cozy den
Heaped with faery gold
Lustrous buttercup petals
Never growing old

Cheeky little pixies
Dancing as they speak
Searching for the pearl
In the sky, which they seek

Now I know these secrets
They bother me no more
They will remain young
With laughter blithe of yore