Dancing on Teg's Nose
Poppy alone, so tired, so bored, On the bench, shiv’ring and cold, By all her lovely friends ignored. “Poppeeee!” – a voice so clear and bold. “Good to see you, Pixie, my friend! I’ve nothing to do and all alone! Time with you I’d love to spend! Your kindness to me you’ve shown!” “Poppy dear, let’s dance and dance! With you, my pal, so happy, I’ll be! This way and that, we’ll jiggle and prance, On Teg’s Nose unbound and free!” Pixie and Poppy, hand in hand, Side-by-side away they flew. Across the forest and over the land, Soaring through the sky so blue! And now they glide, down and down, Across the lake so tranquil and deep - And on Teg’s Nose, above the town, They hop and skip among the sheep. Up and down they frolic and romp Through the bracken they hop and flip Over the heather they scramble and stomp Through the mud they splash and slip! Arm in arm, so cool, such fun! To the heights they dance and skip - Covered in muck; they jump and run With tights all torn; with mud they drip! “Time!” says Pixie, “now, to go!” “Oh dear!” says Poppy, but off they fly. Till they see the garden below - And down she wallops from on high! Now back on the bench Poppy’s so sad, As Pixie’s gone she’s so shaken. “Poppy, time for tea!” calls Dad. “Supper tonight - liver and bacon!” “Ugh!” thinks Poppy, “Yuk! Oh no!” “Nice time in the garden?” asks Pa. “Cool!” says she. (“Now trouble I know!”) “Your tights are torn! How muddy you are!” 14 August 2014 Teg’s Nose is an outstanding hill to the east of Macclesfield in Cheshire (UK) close to the edge of the Peak District. Poppy and her fairy friend, Pixie, live in the town of Macclesfield.
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