For fear of little men or of the Random Poetry Monster?

Dearest Reader,

I am sorry to inform you, but this blog has been hijacked.  Yes, and worse, it is all in the name of fine art.   The Random Poetry Monster has struck, and we are forced to capitulate.  Here then is the requisite random bit of verse:

Up the airy mountains,

Down the rushy glen,

We daren’t go a-hunting

For fear of little men;

Wee folk, good folk,

Trooping all together;

Green jacket, red cap,

And white owl’s feather!

~William Allingham, ‘The Fairies’~

Now that the Monster is satisfied, you may return to your regularly scheduled web browsing experience.  Thank you.