Across the district of Dartmoor, there can be seen, <br />Little creatures with pointy ears and skin of green. <br />They dance in the shadows of the standing stones; <br />Across the misty moor-land, they happily do roam. <br /> <br />They have small, beady eyes with a mischievous gleam, <br />And they gambol happily around at the edge of streams. <br />They often steal horses and ponies, on which they ride; <br />They gallop across the lonely landscape, so far and wide. <br /> <br />These hard-working creatures thresh corn at night, <br />In return for bread and cheese, on which they bite. <br />They wear pointy hats, and their hair is worn long; <br />If you think they don't exist, then you'd be wrong!<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dartmoor-pixies/
