Fae Lasses
All the fae lasses are on the run
Singing, dancing and having fun
Spending the day in the sun.
Fluttering through the air
Spreading joy everywhere
The fae lasses are most fair.
In the meadow, on the hill
In the valley laughing still
Visiting with the whiporwill.
They run and skip and shout in play
They fly around throughout the day
Never a harsh word to say
All the cratures love them dearly
The Eagle sees them so clearly
The lovliest of all is Laura Leigh.
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