Fairies

    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!

        Rose Fyleman