Magical little faeries in the glade-
They have come out to dance from the woodlands.
Dancing around with necklaces theyve made;
Fern, pink rose, and wisteria garland.
Frolicking among the shrubs and small trees-
The moonlight, how it shines on their small wings,
The songs they sing are carried by the breeze.
They dance and play until the next dawn brings.
As delicate as young flowers in the wind,
And as sly as the fox who gets the hen,
The pure radiance of Queen Rosalind.
How gently she rules over all the glen.
Childrens magic, the adults disbelief,
Of friends the size of the average leaf.














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