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The 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 oftenhave a dance there on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees make a lovely breeze,
And the rabbits stand about to 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 handsom;
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!
by Rose Fyleman
Lead me along the leafy pathways lit
By blossom-lamps, and hung with fairy signs That tell of hidden bowers where softly shines The sun, and where the thrushes flute and flit.
- Frank D. Sherman, "Poetry of Nature."
What does a Dead Leaf, Paper Kite, Blue Striped Crow,Julia and Great Egg Fly have in common? They're all butterflies!
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