My Friend Typsy

 I call her Typsy
Gracefully she walks beside me
Humming in her gentle way
Soon she starts to giggle
Like a little girl at play

She dances over bluebells
And never ever falls
She is a light as a feather
And all of two feet tall

Soon she would whisper
Tell me a story please
And I will tell you secrets
About things you've never seen

Sitting beneath the old oak tree
Light hearted and carefree
She told me about pixies
That lived beneath the tree's

LittleTypsy played her harp
And I sang out with glee
The birds joined in our chorus
We were as merry as can be

Oh it was pure heaven
And I was as happy as can be
She would be my friend forever
I love her and she loves me

It's lovely having a friend like Typsy
Special in every way
But she has to remain a secret
Only I can watch her play

Breathing in the pure clean air
I floated back into a land of dreams
So beautiful the bluebells fall
Covering Typsy like a shawl