When the first baby laughed for the first time....the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about....and that was the beginning of the faeries. ~*~*~Sir James M. Barrie~*~*~
Come, follow, follow me,
You faerie elves that be,
Which circle on the green,
Come follow Mab, your queen,
Hand in hand let's dance around,
For this place is faerie ground.
Upon a mushroom's head
Our tablecloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat
Is manchet, which we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink
In acorn-cups filled to the brink.
The grasshopper, gnat, and fly,
Serve for our minstrelsy;
Grace said, we dance awhile,
And so the time beguile;
And if the moon doth hide her head,
The glowworm lights us home to bed.
On tops of dewy grass
So nimbly do we pass,
The young and tender stalk
Never bends when we do walk;
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where the night before we have been.
~*~*~Seventeenth Century~*~*~
