Rose Fyleman

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!