They hide among the twigs and leaves,
Never seen by human kind.
Through untraveled parts of woods they go,
Leaving not a trace behind.
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On unknown whiles come festive days,
Great gatherings found from near and far.
In common rings they merrily dance,
Each group knowing what they are.
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Pixies, gnomes and leprechauns,
Spinning in delirious trance.
Fairies, goblins, elves and sprites,
All giddy in their silent dance.
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With soundless laughter, around they go,
Tiny hearts that beat, without a care.
Discovery is never of concern,
For no one knows that they are there.
Myth and legend point the way,
But no one knows that they are there.