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Out among the mushrooms
the flowers aroma so sweet
Tiny little wings flitter
in tune to their own beat
Their wings are made of material
so precious and oh so rare
The colors usually match
the glittering of their hair
Always happy and proud
So tiny do they be
flying here and there
between the forest trees
On mushroom caps they set their table
underneath, their beds I see
Made of the finest feathers
only happy dreams for thee
They dance beneath the twinkles
of the stars so big and bright
They sprinkle stardust in our eyes
so we can sleep at night
They eat the finest berries
off their bushes within their sight
they tend their vegetable gardens
when the sun is big and bright
They drink the purest water
from the waterfalls so clean
They keep the cutest pets.
never seen by you or me.
The tots whose wings haven't grown yet
Ride the backs of Dragon flys
Throughout the forest, can be heard
their screams of glee and delight
So if you'd like to see this
Come on this journey with me
To the Land of Love and laughter
Where the Fairys are so Free
Lets go to Fairyland
It is really the place to be!
LynneŠ2006
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