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Little people roam the night

They come in groups of three or four

Stealing children out of sight

Coming out of dresser drawers

Gnomes, elves, goblins, pixies

Sprites, grigs, fairies, nixies

All for children’s friendship vying

Tempting them with clever lying

Children leave their safe, warm beds

And climb into the dresser drawer

Fanciful thoughts fill their heads

And the little ones trap one victim more



On the other side of that fateful drawer

Lays a world never seen before

Children delight at this newfound treasure

Revelling in childish pleasure

Then they are bound by foot and hand

And locked up tight in cages, crude

They are made to work the land

Gathering their masters’ food

When seven years and a day have passed

The children are returned to their homes at last

Time was not changed among humankind

And no memories of little ones are left in their minds