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Pixie Led

Pixie Led (A song by Sheila Haskins) I woke up this morning There was sunshine in my head Without any warning There were pixies on my bed Flying through the window panes Squeezing through the cracks It was very very plain to see This was a pixie attack Pixie, pixie led was I It was very strange To be pixie pixie pixified My life about to change Pixie pixie led was I I don’t know the reason why Pixies in my head, now I Can fly, I can fly Soon I was pixie drifting Through clouds of fluffy white Soon the day was shifting Into starry starry night Weary bleary eyed I’d slept While my body flew Until I woke upon a hill Not knowing what to do Pixie, pixie led was I It was very strange To be pixie pixie pixified My life about to change Pixie pixie led was I I don’t know the reason why Pixies in my head, now I Can fly, I can fly Into a big green hill we flew The gates closed with a bang The pixie folk were dancing And the pixie choir sang The queen she sat upon a throne And graciously she said Have some mead, have some pie You shall be pixie, pixie fed Immediately the alarm bells rang It was very strange To be pixie pixie pixified My life about to change Pixie pixie led was I I don’t know the reason why Pixies in my head, now I Can fly, I can fly           I said I shall not be pixie fed For your hospitality And your pixie bread Will keep me here forever dead Never to be free The faery food they made me eat I spat upon the ground Don’t pixie spell me, don’t you try Pixie, pixie led was I It was very strange To be pixie pixie pixified My life about to change Pixie pixie led was I I don’t know the reason why Pixies in my head, now I Can fly, I can fly The faery food I refused I am no more pixie led I woke up next morning Safely in my bed My pixie wings they left behind They grow and grow and I don’t mind I fly and fly, up to the sky I wave to pixies floating by Pixie, pixie led was I It was very strange To be pixie pixie pixified My life about to change Pixie pixie led was I I don’t know the reason why Pixies in my head, now I Can fly, I can fly    

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