If you see a tiny fairy
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
Do not stay to peek!
Do Not Tell...
Or you'll break the fairy spell!
We'd run and jump and play with elves
They always let me be myself.
When morning light was very dim
They'd gently guide me home again.
Now I've grand-daughters of my own
Who nightly through the woods do roam
To distant lands in their dreams
To mounds and hills of wee fae-rie.