Young Writers Society

Three little pixies
(A big poem for little minds)

Three little pixies
Trot, trot, trot
Away from home
Adventures they sought.

They passed five valleys,
And blue rivers four,
Where they swam and they bathed
Alongside a blue boar.

Through woods they walked
Where a broken bee hive
Served as a great dinner
To share with bears five!

They met a talking owl;
And a gnome with hair long
On seeing whom the pixies
Broke into a humble song.

They wandered near caves
From a giant did they hide,
Who would powder their pixie-bones,
To gift his troll bride.

Three little pixies
Run, run, run
Away from home
To have a lot of fun.

After days of traveling
Visiting many a land,
They came across a place
So new! So grand!

People, trees, houses,
All made of tin
Clank-clank-clank
All day a loud din.

Amazed were the pixies
The metal world was new
Touching this, touching that
Known things were so few!

Little tin carts
That moved on their own
Tin farms and tin barns
In the sun bright they shone.

But the weird tin men
And the tin women too
Shouted at the pixies
Who knew not what to do.

“Leave us at once,”
The tin men cried
“You ugly little creatures,”
To scare them they tried.

“We are new, we are the best,”
The tin women did shout,
“Your filthy hands’ touch
Will spoil us no doubt.”

Tin pebbles were hurled
And tin rocks were thrown
The poor little pixies
Had no one to mourn.

Then came n the tin chief
And his loyal tin page,
Seizing the pixies by the arm
They locked them in a cage.

Three little pixies
Fret, fret, fret
They longed much for home
Alas! T’was too late!

Cut in a tiny voice,
“Now look at the sky,
So full of grey clouds
It looks like it’ll cry!”

Quoth a tin man,
“Water will soon pour
And with tin arms and tin legs
We will be no more.”

The tin chief was then
Left in deep thought
But to stop the dreaded rain
He was forced to do nought.

So the little pixies
Were let out pretty soon
To utter spells that were
Cast once in a blue moon.

Three little pixies
Think, think,think
To stop the sky from raining
Tin power they needed to link.

Then to the tin chief
The pixies did plead,
“We need your helping hand
To accomplish the deed.”

Commanded the tin chief
To his trained tin band
“Help the little pixies-
And save our lovely land!”

The tin men raised the pixies
To heaven so high,
From there the pixie-charms
Made the clouds say goodbye!

So working side by side,
Tin strength and pixie dust
Stopped in the nick of time
The tin world from rust.

The tin-folk were pleased,
To the pixies they did thank
From the tin chief, they
Got a special rank.

Three little pixies
Trot, trot, trot
Keeping away from danger
Sweet home they sought.

Three little pixies
Home, home, home
Adventures? They had enough
For a while they wouldn’t roam!!