The Rapscallion

The rapscallion danced in Lucifer's tree

A wily little booger was he

Tossing fireballs at fairies

Causing mischief and evil deeds

Feisty fairies beneath the tree

Gathered to chop his nefarious deeds

One shimmered in green

One hovered in blue

The brightest glowed in pink summery hues

Mocked and dared them, unafraid to die

He forgot they could fly

On delicate wings they danced about, fluttered by,

Causing ire in his eye

Poked him with sticks and smacked his snout

They twirled and whirled, flickering about

Loudly, he snorted, threw fireballs in retort

His ire was strong

They flew away high

Dodging his nefariousness in the sky

He took a step wrong, tumbled, and fell

Casting his evil deeds

Along with him, straight to hell

Relieved, no more evil toil

The fairies smiled and flew with joy

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