Banberry Wine

One day ‘cross the meadow by Diggory Spring I saw an amazing and curious thing A wee little fellow no bigger than that Was puffing a pipe blowing smoke through his hat He had a small bottle of something to drink And he took a big gulp with a sly little wink He said “It is late and I really must go” “If you like, follow me where the banberries grow” “When midnight rolls ‘round at the end of the day” “It’s then that the wee folk will come out to play” So I followed him down to a wee wooded dell And sat down beside a small sparkling well There in the dell was a beautiful flower Which opened as night reached the twelve o’clock hour Inside several fairies stepped out and took flight They sparkled and glowed in the darkness of night Then other bright blossoms soon opened up wide And the sky was soon filled from the fairies inside They danced and they sang underneath the bright moon While a small elfin band played a magical tune The wee little fellow that I’d followed there Was cooking up something, its smell filled the air He said “Come here friend, taste the fruit of the vine” Then he gave me a glass full of banberry wine Then being quite thirsty I took a big quaff My head started spinning as he started to laugh Then I became weary and sleep filled my eyes I finally woke up to a glowing sunrise I looked all around to see what was about But nothing was there as I gave a loud shout It must have been just an illusion it seemed The wee folk had only been something I dreamed But as I continued on looking around I saw in the grass something there on the ground A small empty bottle with a sweet fruity smell Was lying right next to me there in the dell So friends if you’re ever by Diggory Spring And spot a wee fellow then don’t say a thing Just hurry away and heed these words of mine If he offers, don’t drink of his banberry wine