Come Dance Beneath The Old Oak Tree

There sat a little fairy, Outside her toadstool house, She heard a little scurry, It was her friend the mouse, Who lived beneath the old oak tree, The one she loved at night, Where they'd dance beneath the moonlight, It was a magical sight, The old grey owl, Looked down on them, He loved to see them jig, This was a happy moment, As they danced upon the twigs, There in the thick dense forest, At night it came alive, In morning then a peaceful place, Just as the clock struck five. Jayne Louise Davies