Up the Airy Mountain

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushing glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
for fear of little men.
-William Allingham

It is an excerpt from an Irish poem called the Fairies. It basically goes on to say that if you pull up the thorn bushes that they plant on the mountain side, you will find the needles in your bed at night. These guys will chase you down and stab you.

My entry for the Twisted Fairytales competition held by