
The sun rose
on cold Autumn day
surprising busy sprites
Their ugly faces
and mischievous glances
belied their devilish delights
For they did not trick
nor steal, nor tamper
but wrongs they put to right
Targeted by evil fairies
caught one by one in traps
the world grew more polluted as they died
wonder and imagination
corrupted by tests and logic
fled the children’s minds
As adults they grew
less curious and less educated
Thus doomed themselves to vice
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