Dustfinger finds Tinkerbell in Basta's house, and seeing her fills him with happiness at seeing a fairy at last, and homesickness for his old world.
To Forget
Tiny, tiny fairy creature
From a far-off distant land
Bolder than a lumbering giant
Yet fits neatly in the hand.
Long I've waited to see your kind
Amongst the cars and lights and phones--
Though the fairies I am used to
Have bluer skin than your own.
Delicate, small, winged creature,
Does homesickness attack you, too?
Or is y our heart so forgetful
That all places are one to you?
Enchant me with your airs and graces
As those like you did long ago
Make me lose my accursed heartache
If only for an hour or so.