The
Fairies
The fairies come to play with me, each and every day,
We have a secret meeting place, hidden by the hay.
I call out once that I am here, and then they will all appear.
Then standing there all dressed in lovely things, all coloured dresses and shimmering wings.
We all dance, sing and play
When it is time for me to go home
Then, they simply flutter away.
BG
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