If perchance you should stroll through,
A tranquil, sylvan glade,
Hark for distant echoes,
Of sweet songs the fairies made.
In a darkened woodland,
Midst deep green ferns and fronds,
You may just catch the twinkling,
Of a thousand fairy wands.
Those that have good fortune,
Will find it most entrancing ,
If they happen on a magic place,
And see the fairies dancing.
The very rarest sight of all,
That's known to man or beast,
Is the annual celebration
Of a fairy Christmas feast.
Hidden in the undergrowth
Garlanded with sorrel,
You'll find a fairy clearing,
Strewn with juniper and laurel.
And on the dozen tables,
You'll note with some surprise,
honey cakes, marmelian,
And little, pipkin pies
Cherry cakes, rose dimples,
sassafras and sarsparilla,
And tiny ice cream cornets,
Served with chocolate and vanilla.
You cannot tell a single soul
About the things you've seen,
For fairies must keep out of sight,
By order of their queen.
Maggie Smart
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