by
Carla Vredeling
Fairy tales for those who believe,
are not a tale at all.
Ther're whispered to us in our dreams,
by fairies one and all.
So drift with me to slumber land;
so see a wondrous sight,
just place your hand in the fairy's hand;
and fly into the night.
When the winds of March are wakening
The crocuses and crickets,
Did you ever find a fairy near
Some budding little thickets,
A-straightening her golden wings and
combing out her hair?
She's there!
And when she sees you creeping up
To get a closer peek
She tumbles through the daffodils,
A-playing hide and seek,
And creeps into the tulips till
You can't find where she's hid?
Mine did!
Have you ever, ever come across
A little toadstool elf
A-reading by a firefly lamp
And laughing to himself,
Or a saucy fairy queen upon
Her favorite dragonfly?
So've I!
It's fun to see a fairy flutter
Off a catkin boat,
And wrap her fairy baby in
A p***y willow coat;
Oh, don't you love the fairies
And their fairy babies, too? I do!
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