There is a poem by Rose Fyleman (1877-1957) that has been put to music and made into a bit of a silly song. My Mum used to say it to me and I can still hear her calm gentle voice.
There are fairies at the bottom of the garden
It's not so very, very far away
You pass the gardener's shed and you just keep straight ahead
I do so hope they've come to stay.
There's a little wood with moss in it and beetles
And a little stream that quietly runs through
You wouldn't think they'd dare
To come merrymaking there
Well, they do.
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden
they often have a dance on summer nights
The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze
And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights
Did you know that they can sit upon the moonbeams
And pick a little star to make a fan
And dance away up there
In the middle of the air?
Well, they can.
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden
You cannot think how beautiful they are
They all stand up and sing when the fairy queen and king
Come gently floating down upon their car.
The king is very proud and handsome
The queen now can you guess who that would be?
She's a little girl all day
But at night she steals away
Well, it's me
Fairies round a fir tree |
A Flower fairy |
Orchid fairies |
Pixies |
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