in this upside down world of faeries
a lovely maid floats along
on an aqua glazed fairyland river
of pixie beams and elfin trickery
she did not need a boat to sail
when a large umbrella would do
set into motion by ether dust
a spell for safety spoken into existence
by the wise old fairy keeper
the mean-spelled banshees called out
from the forest greenery on the shore
covered by mists of hazy blue
come closer to the shore they urged
she would have none of that
be one of those that was lured upon
sand dunes and made into a changeling