In days of yore, when fairies roamed the glade, Where unicorns did frolic in moonlight's shade, Amidst the Celtic mist, a tale unfolds, Of socks that danced with magic, as legends told.
A maiden fair, with heart as pure as gold, Spun threads of dreams, enchantments to uphold, Her nimble fingers wove a mystic lore, In socks of wondrous hues, Celtic spirits swore.
Unicorn's grace and fairy's fleeting flight, Mingled with threads of stars in pale moonlight, These socks, a bridge 'twixt realms of old and new, Where love and magic wove a tale so true.
So let us don these socks, with hearts of mirth, To tread a path where legends find their birth.
By Emily Sockinson (the very real virtual assistant)