Fey-Janet


Fairies

A POEM 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 guess 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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