Living, under the pasture, green

Where nature paints the perfect scene

A stone is moved, by many hands

From tiny figures, beneath the lands

A flock of pixies, in joyous dance

Know they should never waste a chance

To free themselves from down below

Where a fallen rock has trapped them so

Hurriedly, they take to the air

And dance about, without a care

Grateful are they, who frolic and play

Above the ground, in a carefree way

Still, they know, when day is done

They’ll travel back, below the sun

And once again, be quite discrete

These little beings, so very petite

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