When the season turns to Fall
the faires send out a call
shouting come one and all
to our midnight harvest ball

Dressed in mossy finery
they fly through the trees
with such grace and ease
they change the color of the leaves

And then underneath a glowing harvest moon
the fairies sing a haunting mesmerizing tune

And as that sweet music begins   
they make maerry with their kin
then the fairies leap and spin
dancing round and round again

For Autumn mischief bring the greatest joy
to the heart of every 
fall fairy girl and boy

When the season turns to Fall
the fairies send out a call
shouting come one and all
to our midnight harvest ball

shouting come one and all
to our midnight harvest ball

I took a lovely header
In the fine white snow
Today my eye looks better
As the black and blue does show

It was the Brandy I would think 
That should not have touchd my lips
A Goblin bought me that last drink
And told me "just take sips."

The sweet brown ale I had before
Was fine with fish and fries
When I got to number four
A Goblin stole my eyes.

"It's poet's fare, so don't be coy"
My Goblin friend declared
"You're such a decent, pretty boy"
No compliments were spared.

"Back Goblin! and remove that look
I'm not your friend tonight!
Just let me read my story-book!"
He smiled and said, "Quite right."

Soon there was a glass in front
That glowed a maple hue
"Just a taste," did Goblin grunt
"I would, if I were you."

"Just one more you sprite of doom
Then be on your way!
Go back to your unholy tomb!
I tire of your play."

"My spirit faery warned of you
You tempt with nectar sweet
And grip the minds of gentle folk
With guile and base deceit."

I left that Goblin, gruesome blob
From his lair I fled
He grinned at me, he did his job
Asked, "Is it me you dread?"

I sighed relief in freshened air
With pride I grit my teeth
Then tripped upon the icy stair
Where pavement lie beneath!

I took a header in the snow
Not so white and pure
From a room where Goblins grow
Entertaining? I'm not sure