Pansy the pixie sat alone in her home.
As Pip her friend, wanted to be with a pretty gnome.
He wrote a line on a card, saying why he had left,
She was shocked and upset, she went to bed and wept.
Pansy felt sad, lost, ugly and ill
Where and when had Pip met his new friend
Knowing, would help her feelings to mend,
It seems he never wanted to play with her again.
Suddenly the good witch, was knocking at her door
She had heard of Pansy’s plight, from the neighbour next door,
Pansy flung open the door and fell into her arms,
“Look I have found The Prince who loves you far more than Pip.”
The pixie prince smiled kindly down
This prince, not like Pip, wore a crown not a frown.
“I thought you may like to leave town
And if we wish, fly and play up into the sky and down”
What times they had; Pansy forgot Pip who had been mean
And The Prince made Pansy his pixie queen.
But Pip grew tired of his pretty gnome
And wanted to return to Pansy, and their tree home.
Their old abode, was now taken by an ancient elf
Who felt sorry for Pip, who was now by himself.
Pansy stayed with her prince happily, for ever and ever
And over the years, had many little pixies, she loved to mother.