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Down at the bottom of the Garden
Have you ever thought at night
as you lay down your head,
about the little fairies
down by the garden shed?
For as you slumber sweetly on your
pillow stuffed with feathers, those
little sprites are having fun in
just about all weathers!
Leap-frogging the toadstools.
Showering in the rain.
Diving in the puddles.
Jacuzzi in the drain!
Flying with the butterflies.
Dancing in a ring.
Catching jars of moon dust.
Flying on a wing.
Floating on the snowflakes.
Skating on the ice.
Sliding down the rooftops.
Riding little mice.
Curling up in flowerpots,
hide and seek they’ll play,
until the sun begins to rise and
dawns the brand new day.
Behold the magic garden,
enchantment seems to fade,
though nature blossoms bountifully
the sprites no longer play, but
when the sun starts sleeping, and the
moon arrives at eve, then
If you watch real carefully,
like me you’ll soon believe.
© 2002 Ananya
The Child and the Faeries
The woods are full of faeries!
The trees are all alive;
The river overflows with them,
See how they dip and dive!
What funny little fellows!
What dainty little dears!
They dance and leap,
and prance and peep,
And utter fairy cheers!
I'd like to tame a fairy,
To keep it on a shelf,
To see it wash its little face,
And dress its little self.
I'd teach it pretty manners,
It always should say "please",
And then you know I'd make it sew,
And curtsey with its knees!
Author Unknown
The Fairy Call
(A spell for summoning the fairies)
Sit where the cat sits.
Cross your toes.
Close your eyes.
And smell a rose.
Then say under your breath:
"I believe in fairies,
sure as death."
Gadflykins! Gladtrypins!
Gutterpuss and Cass!
Come to me fairily
Each lad and lass!
From "Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book"
If You See A Fairy Ring
If you see a fairy ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-Toe as you pass,
Last night Fairies frolicked there
And they're sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny fairy
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you'll break a fairy spell.
Author Unknown
The Life of a Faerie
Come follow, follow me,
You Faerie Elves that be,
Witch circle on the green;
Come, follow Mab your Queen;
Hand in hand, let's dance around,
For this place is Faerie ground.
Upon a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat,
Is manchet, which we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink
In acorn-cups fill'd to the brink.
The grasshopper, gnat, and fly
Serve for our minstrelsy;
Grace said, we dance a while,
And so the time beguile;
And if the moon doth hide Her head,
The glow-worm lights us home to bed.
author unknown,
from Poems for Children, copyright 1946.
The Fairy Beam Upon You
The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you,
A moon of light
In the noon of night,
Till the firedrake hath o'er-gone you.
The wheel of fortue guide you,
The boy with the bow beside you
Run aye in the way
Till the bird of day
And the luckier lote betide you.
Ben Johnson
From "The Gypsies Metamorphosed"
Faerie One Little and Wise
Little faerie with fragile wings,
Dance with me among the springs.
Giggle and flirt with the sun,
Within the shadows lies all fun.
From your flute pleasing music flows,
As you sit upon thy fragrant rose.
I hear your laughter as I near the brook,
Among the garden I shall look.
"Little one come out to play,"
"The dew fortells a beautiful day."
"Look inside yourself," the faerie says,
"To find true love and one that cares."
I hear her laughter fade away,
So I sit and search for love this day.
Although surrounded by the beauty of thy garden,
The love within thy heart would not pardon.
As dusk grows near,
Sweet flute music fills thy ears.
"Oh faerie one little and wise,"
"Why is love so full of lies?"
"Do as I say," she said to me,
"Within thy heart true love be."
By:Amy Banks 6/3/97
Where?
Where are the fairies?
Where can we find them?
We've seen the fairy-rings
they leave behind them!
When they have danced all night,
Where do they go?
Lark, in the sky above,
Say, do you know?
Is it a secret no one is telling?
Why, in your garden
Surely they're dwelling!
No need for journeying, Seeking afar:
Where there are flowers, the fairies are!
"Author Unknown"
I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild
I'd love to be a Fairy's child.
by Robert Graves
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