In spring times

all day long

he dances besides

the stream

where the faries

dwell in the trees

that line the bank

of the rushing waters

 

All night long

he gazes at

the twinkling stars

and dreams of

touching them

and soothes

himself to sleep

 

in summer times

all day long

he merrily marches

up and down the

glen with the faries

gathering wildflowers

to make a garland

for the fairy queen

 

he sits by the

bonfire at nights

and is entertained to sleep

by the faries

 

in the daylight hours

in autumn he watches

with great sadness

the faries

dismantle their

arboreal palaces.

 

And in the darkness

of the nights

he bids farewell

to the faries caravan

leaving for unknown land

and cries himself to sleep

 

in winter

he too vanishes

to an unknown place

 

and like the faries

he'll return

again next spring