The Pixies have come out to play , now the sun has gone away. There's time to jump and time to roll and play at falling down a hole

THE PIXIES

The Pixies frolic where nobody walks,
In a dark green fairy ring;
A hop-bine tied upon buttercup stalks
Makes them a capital swing,
And a strip of wood from a hawthorn bough
On a toadstool placed, is a see-saw now.

At hide-and-seek in the grasses as tall

As a pixie on tiptoe

Some play, and others an oak-apple ball
Toss in the air, to and fro;
And the finest game on a moonlight night
Is their leaping over the mushrooms white.

by Edith E. Millard.