Fairy Dreams

I snuggle up my pillow
In my warm and fluffy bed
And mummy gets a storybook
And this is what she read;

The fairy folk from fairyland,
Are coming into town.
So you must hurry, and get dressed
In your finest gown.
And wear your hair like fairies do,
And put slippers on your feet,
You must look nice, you really must,
If a fairy you should meet.

Mummy says the fairy queen
Is the prettiest of all,
And her husband prince, the prince of elves,
Is so handsome and so tall.

I wish I were a fairy queen,
Just like that story book,
And have a gown of finest silk,
How beautiful I would look.
With wings of lightest gossamer
And a wand of pure gold
And slippers made from softest down
To keep me from the cold.

And I would marry a handsome prince
On the very first of June
And we’d marry in the forest glen
Beneath the silvery moon.

Mummy says it’s time for sleep,
Time, to go to slumber land.
She pulls my blankies to my head,
To, wait for the sandman’s sand.

But, when I close my eyes to sleep,
All magick comes about.
I see fairies, elves and pixies too,
And this is what they shout.
“Come with us sweet pretty thing,
And see our magick land,
Come with us and have some fun,
Come let us take your hand.”
The pixies pull me giggling,
Across the fields we race,
Through the trees, down to the glen,
To the fairies magick place.

There are little houses everywhere,
And toadstools all in rings,
And lanterns hanging in the trees
The most amazing things.
And, there are little shops and markets
To buy their fairy cakes and bread,
There are magick spells and potions,
And rings, to wear upon their head.

And there’s bluebells and there’s freesias
With colours of every hue,
And dandelion and catnip,
To make their magick brew.

But, I had better leave they tell me,
Because the moon is going down,
And if the sun comes up too fast,
I’ll have to stay in fairy town.
I’m too big to be a fairy,
And I have no fairy wings.
And I only know one fairy song,
That the elves taught me to sing.

Oh! The fairy town is fading,
Right before my eyes,
And all I hear is the muffled sound,
Of the elves and pixies cries.

I hear the voice of mummy,
As she rouses me from sleep,
And, those dreams I had of fairy town,
I will forever keep.

Krackatinni Copyright 1996-2008

Fairy Dreams

Krackatinni

Kellerberrin, Australia

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