In a meadow, green and wide,
Lived the little folks, side by side.
With laughter ringing through the air,
They'd weave magic everywhere.
Gifts from the little folks, so bright,
Bringing joy from morning light.
In their tiny hands, they hold,
Treasures more precious than gold.
With twinkling eyes and hearts so pure,
They'd spread kindness, that's for sure.
Each gift they gave, with love and cheer,
Made the world a place so dear.
Gifts from the little folks, so bright,
Bringing joy from morning light.
In their tiny hands, they hold,
Treasures more precious than gold.
From acorn hats to leafy crowns,
They'd dance and skip in the sun's warm bounds.
With every step, they'd spread delight,
In the magic of the day and night.