style="font-size:15px;"> Such as snowball fightsIn wintry weather.
Aada told her stories,
Made up in her head,
And the pixie listened closely
To everything she said.
Aada played piano,
The pixie sang along,
And they both laughed happily
Whenever it went wrong.
When Aada was happy,
The pixie was there.
(The best kind of happy
Is the kind you can share.)
And when times were tough,
And when Aada felt bad,
The pixie was there
To make her less sad.
She told Aada the truth,
She told her what was real,
She told her it’s okay
To feel what she feels.
Aada started a new school,
And the pixie came too.
But this school was a place
Where it was hard to be true.
‘Infinity,’ said the maths teacher,
‘Is the largest number ever!’
‘Nope,’ said the pixie.
‘Oh,’ Teacher sighed. ‘So you think you are clever?’
‘Not really,’ said the pixie.
‘But there’s a rabbit called Bangly-Bon,
Who says there’s a number that’s
In a history lesson,
The pixie was amused,
Because history was a subject
That left her confused.
‘It seems strange,’
She told the very strict teacher,
‘That your history
Is full of only one creature.’
‘There are no dogs,
Pixies or even elves.
It seems like humans
Are obsessed with themselves!’
Aada was embarrassed,
And turned bright red,
Every time the pixie
Said what she said.
And outside, later on,
When the lesson was sports,
The pixie was laughed at,
In her silly yellow shorts.
She couldn’t catch a ball
And she couldn’t run fast,
And in every single race
She always came last.
The children thought
The pixie was strange.
They laughed at her difference
And they didn’t like change.
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