I live next door to Fairyland
And go there every day,
And all of you can go there too,
If you just know the way;
It's always where the flowers bloom
And where a whippoorwill
Or robin sings of secret things
And where the wind is still.
They're very shy in Fairyland,
At least where I have been,
If fairies know you like them, though,
They are sure to let you in
And you can watch them coasting down
A rainbow in the sky,
Or playing ball or teaching all
Their babies how to fly.
I tiptoed over there today,
As still as anything,
Beside an oak where fairy folk
Were cleaning house for spring,
And airing pussy willow furs
And moss rugs in a breeze,
And scrubbing up each acorn cup
And dusting off the trees.
They saw me there and waved their wings
And I waved back, and then
They smiled at me and I could see
They're glad I've come again.
The fairies are my dearest friends
And I'll forget them never,
But live next door to Fairyland
Forever and forever.
-Ruth Dixon |
