The Little Folks

Full moon bright, reflecting light,
As the sunlight parts away,
The wooded lands, in darkness stands,
And the little folks are at play.

For pranks they play, on all they prey,
Causing fear to man and beast,
So bar your homes, for about they roam,
And wait till the sun rises east.

No mortal man, and if he can,
Would walk the woods at night,
For elves, they dance, and gnomes, they prance,
And the faeries are at flight.

And trolls, they chase all who would flee,
To them, it’s just for fun,
And pixies pull on the hair of fools,
And laugh to see them run.

With mischievous wrong, they run along,
And havoc they leave behind,
For what man don’t see, that little folks be,
Like a child, in play, and mind.

So if you’re out at night, when the full moon’s bright,
And the sunlight parts away,
If voices you hear, little eyes that peer,
Then the little folks are at play.