The Pixies and the Faeries all lived underground br Baffled by these humans stressed and rushing around br Watching world weary adults, fritter there childhood away br And only the children who came out to play br So they descided this beltane, to chant forth a prayer br From all off the mischievous pixies out there br For free conscious thinking and community peace br And all these senseless wars to cease br This mystik magic true and strong br Will spellbind all to get along br And if you pray and chant as well br To help us weave this magik spell br As many caring spiral voices br Satisfies and soul rejoices br And happy beltane peace joy my friends br Is the way that this poem ends br Except it does, nt no not quite yet br But please remember, oh dont forget br To hop, skip run, dance and play br Each and every wonderous day br And this will chase your blues away br So keep your mantras clear and flowing br To ensure your daily growing br Full of magik hope and trust br Sprinkled with magik faerie dustbr br will munterbr br