There lived a young fae called Kick. He was a short little thing, And would often be found, Climbing trees or jumping in puddles. Kick was not a trouble maker, He liked everyone and only wanted to help, In fact he used to help the humans out, Every year, At the time of waeshael. The humans would stick out toast, Dipped in honey, Kick's favourite, And he would go around, Jumping up and taking bites out of them, And then, Fuelled up, He would whiz around the orchard, And wake up all the trees, From their long winter naps. |
Blow his whistle,
And call out to the trees like this,
"O trees O trees, won’t you wake up for me please,
It’s time for the bees to end this here freeze."
And slowly but surely,
Each tree would wake up,
Ready for spring.
Year upon year,
Kick would gobble up the treats,
Begin his dance,
Chanting around,
"O trees O trees, won’t you wake up for me please,
It’s time for the bees to end this here freeze."
And every year,
Slowly but surely,
Each tree would wake.
That was until one particular year,
When around the time of the winter solstice,
The humans placed out their treats upon the trees as usual,
And as always,
Kick would begin to eat the treats.
Normally he would take a bite and be on his way,
But this winter had been particularly cold,
And he was particularly hungry,
So Kick climbed each tree,
And collected all the treats,
Slid back down and feasted.
He was so stuffed that he fell asleep.
When he woke,
He realised what had happened,
He had slept through the waeshael,
And the trees were still snoring!
He jumped to his feet,
Grabbed his instruments,
And began to bang,
Clang,
Rattle and shout,
As loud as he could.
The trees started to wake up,
Slowly…
But surely…
All except for one,
An old pear tree.
He pleaded with the tree,
"O tree O tree, I’m begging you please,
It’s time for the bees to end this here freeze."
His bottom lip quivered,
“Please wake up…”
But it just wouldn’t wake.
He slumped down underneath the last tree,
And as he fell down he landed in a heap,
His instruments clashed and clanged,
And the bang stirred the tree.
It began to wake from it’s slumber.
Kick was so happy he jumped for joy,
And danced around and around the tree.
From that day on,
He made sure,
He never ate too much again!