When one dances among the fey,
Beware the havok they may wreak.
Some simple rules one must obey,
Else the future shall be bleak.
Their curiosity, you should fear to pique.

These ancient beings you may find,
In wild groves, where creatures speak.
Talk politely and manners mind.
All gifts offered, curtiously declined.
All illusion and tricks never a lie.

Apoligies and thanks are contracts that bind,
Enter their realm and all hope will die.
Heed these words or end up in debt,
Forever to become a faries pet.