When there on my desk
All the pixies had gathered
Every single little pest
The pixies had gathered
From near and from far
Which was rather strange
As none had a car
They talked and they chatted
About a sweet little girl
And an Unbirthday Party
As unseen by the world
The sweet little girl
All snug in her bed
Dreams of snowflakes, and monkeys
Dancing 'round in her head
She slept on quite soundly
Completely unaware
Of the plots and the plans
Of the pixies gathered there
Nessa, her guardian
Snuggled up in bed too
Prepared by the pixie ringleader
Knowing what she must do
A horseback ride in the morning
To destract sweet Lenore
So the pixies could bring presents,
Decorate, and more!
They planned their Unbirthday
'Til they had it just right
But they talked on so late,
That I must say good night!