Sarah

There's a wee man at the door, Mother,

can we spare some bread?

He has those eerie 'witching eyes;

a little crust, he said.

He just won't go away, Mother,

he was here before,

He called and knocked when Sarah went

to open up the door.

I asked where Sarah is, Mother,

but he just won't say,

All he does is gaze and gaze,

as if she's far away.

Says Sarah is Bewitched, Mother,

Faeries hold her heart,

So can he have some food and then

his journey he will start.

He's holding out his hand, Mother,

can we spare some bread?

For now we know that sure as sure

our Sarah's Pixie Led!

by

Shirley Frances Winskill 2001