Tuesday 22nd August 2017

"Fairies" by Rose Fyleman


There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardener'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 often have a dance on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze,
And the rabbits stand about and 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 handsome;
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!

Mum remembers her big sister Chris singing these words to her when she was a very little girl - great that I could look them up for her on the internet. And look - we do seem to have at least one tiny fairy in our own garden tiptoeing around on the begonias!

Not a good day for either Mum or me. Both of us are feeling under the weather, and I have been very low in spirits for a few days. Better get to bed now, and hopefully wake up tomorrow feeling a bit more cheerful.