childhood poem

 

The Fairies


by Rose Fyleman

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!
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