Pixies

What if I were to tell you, that Pixies were real?
They know when you’re sad, and what you feel.

They can hear your thoughts, and know when you’re sad,
They live for laughter, and when you smile, they are glad.

They live life to the fullest, and are always care free,
Frolicking in the meadows, flittering from tree to tree.

Would you believe me, if I told you it was true?
I can tell you they are real, if only you knew.

I know one of them personally, she’s as sharp as a knife,
For you see, the Pixie that I know and love, I call my wife.

12-24-14