ONE MIDSUMMERS EVE, SHE TOLD ME SHE SAW FAIRIES .....

You tell me you see fairies, you watch them twirl and fly.
You say I do not see them 'cos they're very very shy,
And very very magical, and very very wise
And only ever show themselves to wide and wondering eyes.

If I sit still beside you, you say I might just catch
Their game of Tag, or Hide and Seek down by the cabbage patch.
All are draped in spider silk newly spun at dawn,
One has just washed out her wings and looks a bit forlorn.

Their laughter rings like bluebells, their smiles are sunbeam bright,
They dance and play the whole day long and never, ever fight.
By night they gather moonbeams all shiny, new and clean
To weave a silver coronet, a gift for Rose, their queen.

They dip it in a rainbow so it shines with every hue
And spangle it with diamonds gleaned from the morning dew.

The elves are mounted on their steeds - field mice sleek and brown,
Riding out to gather in the bags of thistledown,

To stuff the tiny pillows, and the duvets soft and deep

To keep the fairies cosy when they snuggle down to sleep.

You tell me you see fairies where I see leaf and stalk,

I hear the wind a rustling, but you hear fairy talk.

There has to be a reason, and that must surely be 

That I'm a grown up Mummy and my love, you're only three!

So before you leave your childhood, as my darling one you must,
I pray that they will sprinkle you with silver fairy dust.

Then when years have flown, you're all grown and perhaps yourself a wife,
You will always see that magic in the cabbage patch of life!