The Fairy Ring
(There is music below)
(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!
