In the hushed woods, where the fairy lights glow,
Cabochons of the Sídhe - stack them up in a row.
Milk cap-shaped, in pastel hues so bright,
For a whimsical game in the day or the night.
Flick and flip, under the twinkling stars,
To win the tokens, and store them in jars.
Lemon, mint, or soft rosy light,
In the game of the Sídhe, O' what a sight!