While you're sleeping pixies are marching
up and down your dreamland they go
bringing good tidings, good wishes
to one who deserves it so...
dream on then my sweet
let your fantasies roam
a strange landscape you'll see
hitherto unknown
an odd mix of people
their appearance quite a jolt
their homes different
their customs strange
your dreams will show you
to be the stranger in the land
even the language they speak
may sound odd to your ears
will you be frightened by all this
sleep fitfully, wake up in fear
cold sweat upon your brow
somehow you'll manage fine
the pixies have made it so.
Herbert Holzbauer
© October 2000
