The Pixies.

The pixies held a football match,
they asked me to be the referee.
Just to help them out of a patch,
I thought that I had to agree.

When I was young I refereed a match or two,
I felt proud of myself on this special day.
For a whistle they gave me an old shoe,
and so we started off the game to play.

The ball was an old tin can,
It was heavily dented in.
For the goals a spider some cobwebs span,
with gossamer threads so thin.

The pixies had rules of their own,
for linesmen a couple of frogs,
Each goal scored was marked with a bone,
that was quickly eaten by some dogs.

I will never referee such a game again,
running is not quite my style,
The pixies nearly drove me insane,
but it did pass the time for a while.