The Piper

	Beneath the tinsel twilight skies
	A changeling child with cinnamon eyes
	Wends his way to a secret glade
	and plays his pipe in a serenade
	In and out of the spectral trees
	Between the starlight burnished leaves
	He strolls the speckled toadstool way
	to join th elfin court in play
	The brown owl hoots upon the oak
	The foxes howl and the green frogs croak
	As through the wood to a marvelous moon
	He blows the notes of an elfin tune
	Towards the moss-weed bridge he goes
	Where burble-pebble water flows
	Across the meadow up the hill
	And on the wind I hear him still…

	Beneath the tinsel twilight skies
	A changeling child with cinnamon eyes
	Wends his way to a secret glade
	and plays his pipe in a serenade
	In and out of the spectral trees
	Between the starlight burnished leaves
	He strolls the speckled toadstool way
	to join th elfin court in play
	The brown owl hoots upon the oak
	The foxes howl and the green frogs croak
	As through the wood to a marvelous moon
	He blows the notes of an elfin tune
	Towards the mossweed bridge he goes
	Where burblepebble water flows
	Across the meadow up the hill
	And on the wind I hear him still