OUR FAERIE


There once was a faerie,

Seen gliding through air,

Amusing herself,

With never a care.


She didn’t see me,

While passing on by,

On gossamer wings,

She gently did fly.


Lazily dreaming,

While humming a tune,

In raptures of joy,

That warm afternoon.

           

Bluebells were singing,

As then they joined in,

Such magical tune,

There never has been.


Buttercups turned round

To light up her face,

As she danced and she sang,

With such beauty and grace.