The Fairy Ring

The Fairy Ring 
(There is music below)

When you stir in bed and take a yawn 

As the moonlight fades and in comes the dawn 

Sleepily do you hear a magical ting

Its not your imagination 

It's the queen of the fairies calling all to the fairy ring, 

Delicately and with flair they prance 

To meet and speak of the annual fairy dance 

They chat excitedly with such glee 

Along with the butterflies, swans and bees 

They talk of fairy dresses shining like silk, 

Made from rose petals and flowers of the same ilk 

The swans preening at their snow white feathers become flustered

For as fairy carriages they obey the queens rules,

And pass muster,

The butterflies will attend for décor,

The buzzing bees supply the music and perhaps an encore. 

So with all the arrangements made

The fairies leave their wooded glade 

With dreams of fairy castles in the sky 

When they will dance merrily and excitedly fly,

The swans will fly them through the clouds 

And those busy bees will play real loud,

So if you see a fairy ring 

Remember how much joy it brings, 

Never to touch those rings is a must,

For all the party plans are written in fairy dust!