• She followed the trail of a cool nights breeze
    Her skin shone silver in the pale moonlight
    The air was filled with the beat of a hummingbirds wings
    Though Pixie was the only living creature in sight

    A stream of gold miners luck followed her venture
    Her body was cloaked in a sea of pure white
    As she floated on a breeze to warm the iron of heart
    As she nestled upon a toadstool for the night

    A stretching of time and space seemed to fall from the sky
    As Pixies dreams were caressed by the breeze
    The most pleasant a dream did the tiny girl have
    She smiled as she awoke to kneel on her knees

    Pixie Dust, Pixie Dust, air darting queen
    You fly with such speed like a man with a sting
    You are the honey pot of a bitter sweet riddle
    As you fly with the beat of a hummingbird's wing