Eyes above the transom
stood upon her chair,
looking out over the garden
where just last night, she is sure,
were pixies and fairies bright.
And over there elves counselled with Oberon.
Now pixies are buttercups, fairies daisies.
Where the elf king had sat, a dandelion.
Dandelion, dandy, LION!
startled, she hears a roar
she jumps down with a cry of alarm
“Mummy help! there is a lion outside [...]
