* Do You Believe...? *

PEEK-A-BOO

Out in the hills where the wildflowers grow,
And enchanted breezes waltz and blow,
Lives a wisp of a faery, who lives to bring joy,
To the young of heart, both and boy.
She loves to dance to the harp,
The flute, the fiddle and the pipe.
Her fair hair flies, with rosy cheeks,
A twinkle in her eyes, as the rhythm she seeks,
Feet barely land, to music so grand,
Following the trail of a wee ceili band.

'Tis easiest to find her when she sits to rest,
'Neath a flower or leaf as nature's guest.
Some say they find her dressed in sky blue,
And her impish smile says, "Peek-A-Boo!"

Then off she flies more music to find,
In a meadow, on a hill, or beside a creek,
Where faery bands play for a day and a week,
Where they dance away, what troubles their mind.

Follow her they do to the music's trance,
Feet will start moving, following the dance,
Jumping and turning, they smile and laugh,
'Round and 'round they go, nearly bursting in half.

They dance and dance 'til they can dance no more,
Worries and breath gone, they fall to the floor,
In the flowers and leaves they find some rest,
As the sky blue faeries' tired guest.

Seek her out, this tale is true,
Beneath the shamrocks and flowers blue,
Prepare to dance when that smile says to you
, "Ha! Ha! Ha!, Peek-A-Boo".

Written by D. R. Hartle