Pixies live in my flower pots
And sleep in the blooms by day
Fairies dance in the starlit grass
And Silkies play in the bay
Gryphons soar above my deck
And dance where the wild winds play
Unicorns graze on my fig tree
A veritable buffet
My life is filled with fairy tales
The real world has moved away
It must have left while I was out
Where the elfin children play…
I must admit, I’m quite content
To have it all stay that way
For there are only sunny days
In the playgrounds of the Fey!
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