By Donna L. Ferguson Dudley

Word Count: 214

Rating: G

Summary: A peom of the Little Folk

Author’s notes: Sidhe is pronounced Shee; Picture by Hilda Miller (1876-1939)

‘Tis said, that Irish Faeries, (Sidhe) have ideas, how mankind should be,

And woe betide the human who, does not do, as expected to!

Order and great tidiness, are prized, but those, who leave a mess,

Are punished; (pinches, cramps and slaps), will interrupt a peaceful nap!

A maid, who, for Fae babies’ baths, clean water, leaves, garners no wrath!

Instead, good luck will fall, her way, a courtesy, of grateful Fae,

Perhaps, also, within her shoe, she’ll find, a silver coin, or two!

Sidhe do not like the thrifty soul, who drinks the last drop, from the bowl,

Or strips the last fruit, from the tree, and nothing, for the spirits, leaves.

Sidhe sorely hate dishonesty, and lies will earn their enmity,

And tormenting is sure, to fall, on those dishonest, most, of all!

But cheerful and most generous souls, will be rewarded, by ten-fold!

‘Tis said, that lovers seem, to be, a favorite, of the Sidhe Faeries!

And food and wine, left out, at night, for Fae, is sure, to give delight,

But, if they visit, to inspect, folk’s spying eyes bring quick regret,

For those, who spy on Faery doings, will find themselves, bad luck, accruing!