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Fairies
~ Rose Fyleman ~
There are fairies
at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardner's shed
and you just keep straight ahead --
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
There's a little wood,
with moss in it and beetles,
And a little stream
that quietly runs through;
You wouldn't think they'd dare
to come merrymaking there --
Well, they do.
There are fairies
at the bottom of our garden!
They often have a dance on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees
make a lovely little breeze,
And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights.
Did you know that they could
sit upon the moonbeams
And pick a little star
to make a fan,
And dance away up there
in the middle of the air?
Well, they can.
There are fairies
at the bottom of our garden!
You cannot think how beautiful they are;
They all stand up and sing
when the Fairy Queen and King
Come gently floating down upon their car.
The King is very proud
and very handsome;
The Queen -- now you can quess
who that could be
(She's a little girl all day,
but at night she steals away)?
Well -- it's Me!
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