Pip Fixes the Mitten
Pan’s Pip was fluttering close to the rose.
We saw her tiptoe on it, then twirling her toes.
She’s a ballerina said the hedgehog, totally smitten.
“I don’t agree,” said the brownie crawling out of a mitten.
Where did that come from? Asked a light damselfly.
Not sure, the brownie said, but it will make you cry.
There are dreams in there that will keep you up all night.
With your eyes all googly, full of terrified fright.
I wish you would find a new place to sleep, his cousin said.
That mitten has dreams that have messed up your head.
Pan’s Pip heard and came by to give an adjustment to the bed.
Great dreams came now, fed into the mitten’s yard head.
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