Wasn't that a party?

The Owl fella threw a house party today to celebrate his new surroundings. I was very honoured to be invited. He even managed to acquire some cider for me. He's a decent oul' skin.
Everybody who is anybody was there. If you look closely you may see the King and Queen of the Fairies. It's very unusual for her to attend any kind of a function, particularly if a human is present. They are hard to see, they seem to slip in and out of vision. They travel within their own glamour.
Until you've heard the Owl Fella singing "When I'm Sixty Four", with the frog chorus supplying the bass harmonies and the garden angel with the hedgehogs doing the girlie bits, you haven't lived. I backed them on guitar.

This will explain the current state of affairs.