Little children at grandma's home
Down In her garden vast~
All exploring for something new
For wee entities of the past~
Children on a fairy search
Find smallest feathers in a nest~
A wee beatle on a tiny leaf
A place where smallest insects rest~
Scrambling through the under growth
These fairies must be here~
Looking under and all around
A feeling that they must be near~
Little colored stones they find
Odd shaped sticks and tinted glass~
Tiny pebbles how they shine
In rays of sunshine amongst tufts of grass~
All dressed by grandma for the search
In pinnies and garden wear~
Down upon their knees how they search
In such a garden fairies must be there~
All in a bag of what they find
A special search for fairy things~
Exploring not missing anything at all
Looking so for fairy rings~
A smallest scream one found a tiny key
Could it be for a fairy door~
They are so excited as they search
For fairy things and more~
Having not seen one as yet
Imaginations running wild~
Down in grandma's garden vast
Sunshine and breeze so mild~
All they collect will go on show
After the search is done~
But they are not giving up yet
Down in grandma's garden in the sun~
Under bushes , under flowers too
Watching out for ants and spiders too~
Hoping to find some fairy things
Grandma said of fairies down here she knew~
In the bag now such magic things
All shapes and sizes never seen~
Searching for any signs of fairies
In their smallest world supreme~
Pretending to be fairies too
So then they might not miss a sign~
That fairies have been this way
Doing their work divine~
A call from grandma to come inside
For hot scones and drinks so grand~
Next time they will search some more
Feeling that they now have proof in hand~
On display how they show all
Things grandma never knew was there~
Oh grandma cried is that my old broach
I could not find it any where~