Upon a summer's night?

And watched the gnomes and pixies prance

When'er the moon is bright?

'Tis splendid to see them run

As soon it grows light.

One evening sister May and I

Went out soon after ten;

The moon hung like a ball on high

Above the fairy glen,

And round and round upon the ground 

Danced fays and elfin men.

And there, at dawn, they leave behind

A ring of toadstools wee

(Where they have danced you'll always find

This mark for folks to see).

Then off they fly into the sky

Just as the clock strikes three.

 - Eugene Thorton