Faeries!
There are fairies at the
bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardener'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 merry-making 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 from
upon their star.
The King is very proud
and very handsome;
The Queen ;now can you guess
who that could be?
Why, It's ME!
Author: Rose Fyleman