on pixies' thieving

My my they are sneaky, those mischievous ones, who shorten the daylight, absconding with sun. Not as hard to fathom as they are to see, when coming the hurry when going they flee. They gather up photons, a few more each day, they lengthen the darkness, and rob us of day. Their clothing is leaf-fall, their hair spider-webs, they're quick rash and jumpy, they don't sleep in beds. But all golden treasure that they put away, does ooze out from hiding on first days of May. So fear not ye young ones but leap cry and bound, the sun-stealing pixies they are all around, they listen to no one but good kids who say, Go home now, you pretties – thieve no more today.

mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥